Peloponnesian Placepo'
And so life comes to pass
Plato, the Republic, and the riposte of revenge
Knowing history can never fully extend
The Socratic palm of philosophy’s heavy hand
Poisoned by power's thirst for peaceful Persian seas
Which stir lush groves of crimson and Thebian thieves
As sparkling city-states crumble and empires feast
Rome culling the culture crush of golden Greece
Where Herodotus fathered and Plutarch bleeds
Tales of battles, generals, and Hellenic greed
That perhaps Alexander was but a minion of means
Simply a soldier of death's deciduous seed
Born to pass hereditary titles to war's widowed lands
Endlessly reaping the accolades of conquering man
Somehow sown in the tomes of Aristotelian prose
Even construed as a catharsis of glory’s godless throes
So perhaps, someday, conquest will become nothing more
Than tragedy misquoting the late...great...Edgar Allan Poe
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2006
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