Less than Living

The Elves were proud when conquering
They came across the sea
So long of life! So fair of limb!
They laughed so merrily
When they called us less than living,
Brief and brainless, born to die
Just the fodder for the fire
In a brighter Elvish eye.

The Goblins came in columns, cast
Of shot and brass and steam
And their shake-you-break-you engines
Left us dust and smithereens,
Each a number less than living
Brief and brainless, born to die:
The bloody hands and broken
To the Minds that Artify.

But the dawn comes all-a-sudden,
And a sword in every hand
And we’ll scalpel out the stubborn
Make them zombies where they stand!
Leave them truly less than living
Brief and brainless, born to die
To fertilise the poppy fields
The rosemary and rye.

2 thoughts on “Less than Living

  1. janetlkoz says:

    I love the lines …
    …’And their shake-you-break-you engines
    Left us dust and smithereens…’
    ✅😊

    • isikyus says:

      Thank you!
      I can’t wholly take credit for that one, though, — I was inspired by a Kipling line about a “ram-you-damn-you steamer”.

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