Horace and Virgil at the House of Maecenas

In his study, a man
studies his old gods –
him, and dead
gods. once were judges
in olympia stands no supreme
court. Silence.
No sentence
in his house, no gavel.
no right or wrong.

By his window,
an evergreen grows.

he drives a nail with the gavel
in his sleep. he leaves
the study, and the gods
reveal their mandate.
he pounds as service
and makes a dent in his
dream, by the roadside to
olympia.

out the window a
lion is slain.

By morning, (in his study)
he puts on his dentures
and listens to the silence.
‘even an evergreen wilts’
he writes, laughs
and studies again
his old gods – dead,
gods.

 

 

 

 

november 29 2017

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