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They Never Slumber nor Sleep

They Never Slumber nor Sleep The reason icons break but still remain At crooked angles over slopes and cracks In eon landscapes is to entertain Their sacred irises.  Greek mountains tracks Show off to icons ancient splits pronounced By earthquakes forty thousand times...

“The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!”

“The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!” The icons looking over valleys down Beneath, and over hills across the way, Are placed to shine like jewels on a crown. This crown looks far to mountains where priests pray And past the harbors where boats wait before They...

Frilly Pleats and Blokes

        Frilly Pleats and Blokes When Greek men dance in unison, their shoes Don’t dance like chorus girls’.  Men’s feet, Too large for pretty grace, are like drunk crews Of slack-foot sailors.  Men ignore the neat And opt for strength.  Approximate stomping Will do. ...

The Opposite of Trance

    The Opposite of Trance Etheric this one isn’t.  He is steep With hairiness and muscle like a Greek Guerrilla killing Nazis.  Flesh is deep If worshipped.  He is foreign to oblique. He wants to thrust and press his chest against His victim as he rapes or woos.  A...

Memorial Maple

            Memorial Maple A piercing red shouts out.  The border’s end Is painful to the organs, heart, and mind, And eyes.  It calls, “Forgotten is your friend, Forgotten through the year until I blind You with my raucous scarlet autumn leaves. You pass me every day...