Keith D Trestrail Poet Sonnet

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A Greek Tragedy

The smiling assassin does twist and plot
  and I can see his Sword of Damocles,
for blind to wept plaintive cries I am not
  nor blind to the conquest of vanities.
Aggrieved beats an inconsolable heart
  betrayed by the Big Peacock born to strut -
not whole but divided in fractured part
  by Zorba and Candy with tongues that cut.
Methinks the time has come to call a bluff -
  to visit on Ellysian a Greek end
and let the dogs of Sparta huff and puff
  in that way which conspirators defend.
Beware the pimp behind the Grecian mask
and the whore of his bidding he does task.


         Written: November 2006

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