That night my little plastic men made a circle in the
desolate region that faced the giant wall. |
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For a night, they forged an alliance, they put down their weapons and surrendered to
the group,... |
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| soldiers from all times and places... |
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Ancient Romans sitting next to American G.I.s |
| Superheroes next to ancient myths |
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Stellar warriors next to construction workers |
| In a circle they chanted to the god of the Unknown, of the etheric regions
where even questions cannot reach, the great Babalu of legends and fables that are rarely
spoken. |
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And in their songs they didn’t ask for
forgiveness, nor pity, nor favor, nor comfort.
They didn’t ask for anything at all. |
