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Abandon Pallini  In this place your truths are bleeding. Athens
is here no more. She travels down a cart-track, with a useless
spare wheel in the trunk.  She named Hyakinthus Apollo and
Apollo Jesus. She buried the cloud compeller underneath chapels
of Prophet Elias. And chapels of Prophet Elias underneath TV
antennae. And it is five past ten in the morning. Eilithyia
descends Parnitha, bearing an arm of death flowers.  Smell the
wind. Listen to the birds of Teiresias. This morning carries a
strange message for you. The dream is a broken glass in your
stomach. How can you live without its glow? And how can you put
it back together again? You shall bleed in any case. Lean
towards the earth. Wash away your vows at Styx. And just like
Alkyoneas, abandon Pallini. Please Login to post a comment   1.
Date: 1/1/2012 8:52:00 AM      Your poem elegantly depicts where
we are after 2000 years. The Greek Gods left Mt Olympus long ago
but still reign; like all su