Default virgins

With flag and acropolis,

   As animal spirits greeted us

The air shook,

  Sound mutinous,

A trade Med with Club dead.

  Some of this familiar.

Hurriedly, I put my ear to the ground

  To hear junk trembling.

Soon they would come,

  These default virgins

Bearing rotten olives

   Without demurring.

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