Polyxena
Let me hear no talk a-fast?
From the master home?
He who always comes in last?
Soul made out of chrome?
Better long days, seamstress work?
Iron rations hard?
Brazen bull, such jobs! To shirk!
Poet, prophet, bard!
Thought-fire, sing in all of us!
Lightning-gods, blessed be!
Cannonball and Blunderbuss!
Fling, O fancy-free!
Tombs ought be avoided?
By living men, and how!
Feet a-sure when out of bed!
Sacred sight, thy bow!
Wild as ocean rhythm!
Say, oracles, sing!
Dark backward, black abysm!
Envy, how you sting!
Hospitable to many?
Perhaps. Who is to say?
I don't talk to any!
O Judgement, have thy day!
Sisters, hearken thus unto!
From below I shriek!
Charon Boatman, need a crew?
End Times, give a peek!
Sound, fill each with learning?
A message for the world:
Choice must be discerning?
Yes, sir! Discus, hurled!
Well, oh well! We are in hell!
Doubled over, trees?
Coven Witch, cast well thy spell!
Honeyed, honeybees...?
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