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Poetry News Post #4754

No Education in the Second Kick

Written by: Father Herenicus Coldraven
Date: Friday, August 22nd, 2014
Addressed to: The City of Eleusis


Bereaved, the damp eyes of Ithmia didst,
Unlimber sweetness through ashen canals,
Rapine and terror met impotent fists,
Naught could be done for the done-for morale,
Trembling shivers descended Her spine,
Ovine, Her wolves left to graze upon grass,
Factious and famished, at last didst they dine,
Feasting on wolf-flesh in bloody repast,
Ergo, when dawn brings these horrors to light,
Red-faced, their muzzles yet dripping with shame,
In lieu of scapegoating whom to indict,
Nature, let war profiteers bear the blame,
Gaia fell bruised from Eleusis, Her stool,
Savagely kicked by an obdurate mule.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Phaestian, in the year 662 AF.


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