For 1000 Americans dead in Iraq: There died a myriad by Ezra Pound

[Jack Rabbit]

There died a myriad,
And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization.

Charm, smiling at the good mouth,
Quick eyes gone under earth's lid,

For two gross of broken statues,
For a few thousand battered books.

[enough]

1. Thank you Jack

RIP, all of them.

[Jack Rabbit]

2. You're welcome

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