As Alexander rose upon a hill, somewhere east of King Darius’s dust, at once a pure, serene and awful still undoes the man. For conquer all he must, but what is next? What if the field be lost? ---What if the field be lost!? What though the field be won? The end that he had only glossed along, that smells of flesh and grass revealed, was that his triumphs only made him heir to new decay. He shed the wild surmise with tears, and turned aside, and fixed his hair, then spun and gave out reassuring lies and orders, as commanders always give, to valleys of dry bones that shall not live. Daniel Kemper is a systems engineer living in California.