Armistice

And then you let him go?
I let him go .
And think you it was wise?
A man that's maimed ,
As he was, cannot hurt much. And the law
Of fighting spares the wounded.
I don't know ...
They say the lobster's heart is never tamed;
And he, at need, can grow another claw.
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