Conversations with Immortals
I asked Ganymede if he ever forgot sunning rocks and softest wool He said it dulls Like the beating of the sea against the stone Like the knife against the wrist And the liquor against the tongue. And he said this too will pass, But it may never end. I asked Hyacinth if he ever regretted blond hair and sparkling eyes He said he never saw it coming Until it lodged himself in the brain, And itched. Maybe it was my fault, he said. Too beautiful was I. I couldn't help it, Not everything blooms. I asked Attis why we bother when it ends in blood He crooked his finger in response. I left his pieces by the seashore, Some of us can only hope for stagnation. Persephone told me I'd accept it by the snowfall, When the tracks of yesterday Disappeared under nature's frost tipped kisses Freeze me through this year, The permafrost exhausts me.
October 31st, 2015