05-Jan-04

Waves after waves of the dark murky sea swept in
Foaming bubbles crackles
The green of the ocean brought with it the revolting green of its depths
and disgorge the rough sandy shores of brittle sands
And the eery night wind blows its sickening chill
carry the scent of wasting:
pungent nausea death-marked perfume
the body the flame within consume
Euterpe drives the sane mind to madness
and in overwhealming rage kills himself
with his double edged sword, thrusted in and dragged, the tip his navel disenagaged
while his happy gut spilts out
And Thalia in derisive rapture danced
still with soothing reason bemock
our fallen hero, and his crazed desire
to live among the gods