A dedicatory to the Navy SEALs...

                              Poseidon’s Legions

...we
   the razor tips of his great Trident, were feared

...those
   who moved through darkness and murk with the purpose
   of killing all who would not submit to their will,
   found such to be true

...those
   who sat about small dung fires espousing the rhetoric of necessity
   of wholesale management of human slaves at any and all cost,
   found such to be true

...those
   who skirted the mainstream in their petty efforts
   at amassing personal wealth and power,
   found such to be true

...they
   thought we, who saw and moved and fed
   through the stinking syrup night at our pleasure,
   were demons

...they
   were right;
   but, for them, it doesn't matter any more;
   from them, we extracted the ultimate price for their sins

...we
   Poseidon's legions

hanley
June 06, 2000

[Oh, man... I really hate to give an itinerant Limey troubadour credit for some good advice on editing this poem... but, thanks goes to my good friend, Peter Benson. Doc]