Mars no longer roars from gory mouth
A hundred bars of bronze creak
Hinges groan in driving winds
Brazen bolts rust
Incense seeps
From the spotless temple
Send peace
From her tranquil dwelling
Janus never blinks
Feels the past thread snap
Sees stoic dreams
House of bones on pestled ground
Peace weaves ivy berries through her crown
Tunes the lyre
Janus never blinks
Mars no longer roars
Peace drops her garments
Walks naked on pestled ground