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
