25 November 2006

Ulysses Stable

And so, Ulysses
you take your last
great voyage

coins on your eyes
to pay the ferryman
respite, yes,

and rest you shall have,
forever more, the
song of Circe soothing

your troubled breast
no more, no more the
tide will rise to swallow

you and all your words,
your worlds,
yet undiscovered

so bright, the diamond-
treasure your coffers will hold
at the end of your journey,

tempest tossed, my fellow,
my friend, my brother, my baby child,
flesh of my flesh

rest and cry no more,
a chara, mo chroi

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