the Romans feathered helmets erect learned the sterility of war their Empire's wondrous landmarks became punctuation in history's soil their roads crossed continents in massive webs their confidence still glimmers in ancient armour and upturned pillars but now, we're in dress-rehearsal writing history our age split asunder by tablets lit with green-glowing back-turned candles - 100 million tiny communions the uproar of savage, silent voices in compassless plotting our wars are digital - the sharp slice of ambiguity through fact's gallant stonework are we too earmarked for failure? Written for MLMM Wordle #249 Words: gallant, ear-marked, sterility, fail, stone, plotting, rehearsal, punctuation, ambiguity, 100, back-turned, communion
Different Century, Same…?
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Out of the Cave 
The line about confidence glimmering in ancient armour, wow, that is so clever!
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Thanks. The poem needs some work on flow. But I am glad you liked that idea. 🙂. It’s a work in progress.
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So wonderful; the last line and the earmarked failure, let’s hope it’s not that permanent.
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Oh great! I am so glad for your comment. I wasn’t really sure this one had worked.
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Worked well for me. The kind of line that stays with you.
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