(I was reading Thucydides, The History of
the Peloponnesian Wars. After I had come
upon the term the third time, I stopped and
found a lengthy history and analysis in
Wikipedia of the word “hoplite.” Of course,
I had known that they were Greek
“soldiers,” “like the Romans.…”)

Aspersion and Judgment
Like hoplite brothers
We field scorn and slashing

Like wheat scythed down
Hardmuscled, final change
In the last turn of hours

The breath on the cuttings
Then dry wisps of age
Old hair and philosophers

The sun on God’s shoulders
 Baked, formless clay land
The grooves in the ground become

Gone in the wind a promise
Seeds that would be a kingdom
Words that no longer matter