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