1. Steeds like wolves—upon their backs

    fierce lions who have plunged through battle’s engulfing perils—

  2. on a day dark at either end, in which

    a scowl clouds the face’s open cheer.

  3. And we sport with spearpoints until

    souls surge up to the collarbones;

  4. and leave the red ones felled in flowing gore,

    like drinkers of wine whom the cups have overcome.

  5. Then, bearing them, a valley flooded over all mankind,

    and when it swelled, its bed was heads.

Sol 5.6