Of Homer, Iliad and the Fall of the Mighty Greeks

Of Homer, Iliad And The Fall Of The Mighty Greeks As the moon repents from its many vague allusions And the splintered rains never rain upon true imaginations What are we to think of those fools, plastic imitations Does bright dew and turnips spring from revolutionary actions He toys with unrepentant love and celebrated crisis Begs the grey-cast dawn to organize her princess retreat While pigs and blinded dogs drink furiously at the oasis The Greek, smokes final cigar and tells us damn you boys eat We tread ever onward; dawn stimulates its latent spirit Ahead lay the great battlefields of the valiant Greek dead Clouds begin vomiting and blood spurts out from trees near it Homer ghost comes, cries lets be true to our heroes instead. Mighty Greeks fought hundred of battles had heroes in all. Sad, nobody stays on top, so even the Greeks had to fall. Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme Feb 11th, 1971 age 17