War Memorials Edit 3 (Billy, Milo, and Tectack)

[milo]

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Go Visit our shrines to battle, so you
can find embalming bodies bleaching dry.
In plaster casts of marble dying cries
are mute. In placid pools of absent rue
the utter sounds of tragedy ring untrue.
In stone sepulchers, crafted bodies lie.
Displayed as husks these frozen bodies dry
the dying men of blood that Bled for you.

So we erected shrines to gods of war.
So we can build our young men brave. So they
can march to mummy tunes erected brave
and if they are not statuesque as myths
the young who dare not fight become with war
enamored. Wishing they were stony myths.

you rhyme "you" with "you", "dry" with "dry" "war" with "war and "myths" with "myths".

I admire people who like to break rules but it is /not/ working here.