The Mythmaker

At sunset on the day of the vernal equinox,
naked-eye stars were drowning and descending
from sky to seashore.
A local made a homeric wheelbarrow
good enough to load Apollo, Castor and Pollux,
the seven daughters of Atlas, and Sirius
in order to translate them into hexameters –
a heroic task he probably performed in a barn,
in Logos, at night.
We don’t know whether he had fun
casting the elements in rhythmic forms
without a compass, and always keeping an eye
on symmetry in the sky,
but the bard sealed his divine fixation,
with a sore eyesight,
possibly from the bright
vault of Uranus,
and wandered for the rest of his life
reciting the tale of a ten-year strife,
and the tale of a role-model wife.
Many believed it to be a hoax,
when, in fact, that was
the new harbinger of sunrise
at vernal equinox.

Elena Malec

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