I think I have a Spartan pole
Damage control:
exile the soldier of fortune
I shall
from the dross of such unavailing dole
I mustn’t stay profane
with hands akimbo
deported in a thickened limbo

The gods will look you in the figure
when you have figured out
your face
not the placebo

Take me by the Thermopile
and defile
the unknown hero:
the thorn of the cross
or
the thorn of the throne.