Atalanta Modern

Curator — Mon, 19 Feb 2024 07:24:33 +0000

Atalanta Modern

How does she do it? She’s 2500 years old.

Degraded to some degree by use,
some few dismiss her now as “old”,
but she runs ahead and still more swiftly climbs.

Her electrodes and enzymes
still play their part a dozen times,
for she’s powered by sugar and sprayed with gold.

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With Soul So Dead

Curator — Mon, 19 Feb 2024 07:12:12 +0000

With Soul So Dead

Is there a man with soul so dead,
can walk among his trees,
not see that even asphalt can grow a leaf,
and in the private satisfactions that fill his head,
not once give thought to that which he should dread?

Is there a man with soul on fire,
whose words and guns teach life as poor,
and only death is worth the dying for?
In his crazed obsession he claims his way as higher
than contented peace to which he sees dull relatives aspire?

Unseen, unfelt, the spirit lives on from time before,
a time when music and patience were a cure.
During the Repudiation, one thinker’s vote was cast for death.
This being novel at the time, was foppishly believed.
Poor soul so dead.

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Atalanta Modern

Atalanta Modern

With Soul So Dead

With Soul So Dead