the myrmidons never cease
their eager fights
to claim more of
what they are
not owed

but they no longer
carry swords

need and want -
that is where they gain
both their power and
motivation

what alone
is more powerful than
the survival of
my own body
once my limbs
have left me
there is nothing
to call mine

where ever could I go
without the
reassurance of
my own hand
resting
in my other

this is what they
wish to rid
us of

our agony is the
elixir they gorge
themselves on