the paths of glory

i am nothing but a link
in the reproduction chain,
and still a snob reading elegy
written in a country churchyard,
wondering if that weary reign
is ever going to fade.
and, if we toss ambitions aside,
you dare ask why, there is always
that somewhat awkward silence
engraved in the granite.

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