A Grunt with No Name Options

[JaxMyth]

The Calf is mouthing verdigris.
The Bitch of Rome is unimpressed.
Expressing her mortality
Britannia lifts and points her breast...

I met a soldier in a tree-less land,
who said:-" Once I rode upon a white horse.
Then the rain and wind had soft hands
and each day was glory come to visit.
Milk and honey seeped into my bones
and I was the Paladin and Saviour of all.

Now, I spend my nights in a savage land
each eye wracked by skeins of pale skin.
My brothers lie as broken pieces
and I stand watch wasted in the sand.

The rubble drizzles dust and men.
I try to breathe and hold myself tall
but all I hear is the sound of nails on wood
and hatred hammers down my hands and feet."