Ares

Warlords
Drum out a hypnagogic din
Here in my living room.

I try to play along but
All this drumming
On the table is making
My fingers sore.

Ares, Ares, on and on
You beat your battle tune.

Maybe next time I’ll
Hold my rhythm in accordance
with a less vengeful you.

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