"The depths of people and the sea
Can't be measured", so they say;
The blunt edge of a knobkerrie
Or a Centurion who slays
A heathen village at a word
A mugger's club or the sword
Of a noble Roman lord,
Shite like that gets disinterred
If one tries to sift the text
Of man's essen-tial progress.
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