We are the army of the roll containers

“I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with flutt’ring whips, the charioteers.”

(James Joyce in Chamber Music, no. 36)
‘s-Hertogenbosch (NL)

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