Honor in war is equal to man times righteous effort times the victor, divided by God times blood.
Where it came from
This poem was not written. It fell out of two others.
The Epistle of Timo and The Commensurability of Honor have nothing to do with one another — one came from a friend’s disgusted remark that God’s blood is money, the other from the arithmetic of victory. What they share is a single term: money. Solve both for it, set the two expressions equal to each other, and money cancels out of the result. What is left says something neither original contained. I call that exercise Money Gone.
Read aloud, two dark and cynical expressions have turned into a chant of the patriot — which is the whole point, and why the picture is the one it is.
