Spartan Malaise

He is weary now.

The reins of his chariot lie coiled in the dust,

parched silent tongues

Horses drip sweat,
patient, unforgiving

Bronze sloughs away and pink flesh burns in the sun shielded not by love, honour, or common dirt

Mud homes sink into the earth, collapse, molecules not divine

A single point of light above, God's torch, will not even forsake him,
burns lovingly and with care

Hatred provides no refuge

Falcon-eyed Mother:"Με την ασπίδα σας ή σε την"

There is no shield for the heart and a strong one too

Paradox of Sun and Earth

'Let me steal the rain, a cloud to cloud my bosom

and none to blow it away, a cloak to cloak cloakedness'

An unbegged-for blessing

water comes in torrents

hated moisture

The horses start

before two laughing ruts in the mud


by Carnuntum