Troy
A nine layer cake
of mud, dust, pottery,
stone, and charred timber.
It's layer VII we adore
and mourn
where someone Priam-like
was born
to die for the gods'
amusement.
of mud, dust, pottery,
stone, and charred timber.
It's layer VII we adore
and mourn
where someone Priam-like
was born
to die for the gods'
amusement.
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Author's Note
From "Archaeology", a book of poems in progress.
Other stories by Gary Hardaway
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adore, mourn, and born, to die for*
Glad to see this book progressing!
Born to die. Like in real life. *
Nice play here. Great way to open. *
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Thank you, Amanda, Gary, Carol, Jake, Sam, and Charlotte for your kind responses.
fantastic lyrical concision! fav!
Thank you, Lillian.