What is this, hardens over
In our battles, worldly;
We are fastened with, plated?
Armour's rigidity
Atop a weary gallop's
Pretentious posturing -
Time-rusted forms stepped into!
Creakily recurring!
Terrified is he a child
From visor glancing out.
Who'd dare chance it, to suppose
Eying someone to clout!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted excellent poem, sir James....10+++++++++++++++