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On Stygian Shores

This piece was written for a school assignment and was heavily inspired by T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land.

“Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægæan, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery;”
Après the Stygian reflection of Death
Après the one vital touch from Cephissus
Après the legion bellows to Echo’s breath 
The grieving and the cleaning
Island and inlet and confabulation
Of l’amour perdue by forgotten fall
She who was loving is now gone
We who were loving are now going
With a jealous farewell
	There is no person but only sea
Sea and no person and the silent ship
The ship sailing beyond before the waters
Who stretch their tentacles to the horizon
If the sea should stop we would meet and converse
With no person one cannot meet or make verse
Sails are torn and no person is at the wheel
If there were only a destination in sight
Open sea maw of invisible teeth that cannot chew
Where one can neither speak nor love nor breathe
There is not even beauty on the boundless sea
But wet sterile water without life
There is not even thought on the boundless sea
But ugly constant fears badger and breed
From cobwebs of dark decks
				If there were people
And no sea
If there were sea
And also people
And people
A crowd
A city of the dead
Where the bugles sound the hours, ten by ten
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
But there are no people
				I sit on a boat
Sailing, with the Elysian field before me
Will I at least leave a memory?
These words will be my living picture
Ring around the rosey, ashes, ashes, all fall down fall down
Superbia mea—my down fall
Spero trovar pietà, non che perdono
My true hope flies with swallow’s wings away
Clotho. Lachesis. Atropos.
	Shalom	shalom	shalom