AN OGRE COMES
OVER THE WALL
Never knowing how it started, the
Great War held many surprises. It
was never fully called the Third Great
War, though that was understood: New
forms of lethal massing, and warfare
from the skies. Men to try, suppressing
both truth and lies. How to explain that?
To anyone merely normal, the earmarks
are of fame and fortune: riches made
from warfare and death. Only those
exceptional ones there are who know
the difference. Yet: There's a man
in the ivory tower, playing cards
within his doughnut box. Never
looking up, all he ever imagines
are skulls and dead bodies.
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