Phineas
On islands beautiful
in the azure blue, boundless
live outgoing kings
(with no kingdom here).
Oh, my poor Phineas !
Madman!
Why did you let out the secret of the gods?
Are you passing now
your uneven tongue
on the sweat skin?
Aren’t you breathing the stench?
Bless!
That’s a mercy!
The harpies – the pure
prize of the God.
And the entire blindness.
Blissful are the starving in their bodies –
do not call the wings of the wind.
Do not curse the messenger silverbowed –
he’s only an arm (with no pitty).
Accurate.
Stow it!
Stow it!
Stow it!
Let everyone find
Golden fleece,
find the devine
Medeas,
Kadam teeth
out of his throat by himself
to pull out …
Then forever
you’ll be dead.
*****
In Greek mythology, Phineas (also spelled Phineus, F??e?? ) was a Phoenician King of Thrace.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phineas
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2010
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