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Entombed Warriors

In suits and skirts, an army with feet of clay, regiments 
behind typewriters, standing at 
the doors of lifts, bent to release minutes 
from the crossbows of their desks, buried 
in paperwork, holding the reins 
at photocopiers, immobilised 
they file, division by division. 

An inland city. 
A king who thought himself 
a god: Woden, Barton 
Parkes: they had names for these tombs. 

Redoubt, December 1990