Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Blind Bard

The Blind Bard
Laijon Liu 20170718

The sunlight or the thunderbolts blinded you
or the nights you are terrified to see
thru your wandering years you have met
so many goddesses, giants and nymphs
your wine cup holds the churning seas
by that sacred spring you recall the past
sword dancers in circles at wedding feasts
battles and games are divine sacrifice
men want fame, boys to be heroes
heroes to be gods, and gods are mad
Ha! Huge smoke rises from the Mount Olympus
carcass on the beach, corpses clogged the ditches
all that for a tale, a tale we all love
and then we perish, leave a beautiful ruin