Now whittle down for us our gaze
So that we may see these groundlings
Growing eyes on the inside
Yet, lest we tarry in the company of fools,
Behold ἄνδρας, exchanging quiver and canopy
For ploughshare and gambrel.
Fire delivered itself unto him,
And by fire was h’enthralled.
Men of the chaff
Sheltered by rivulet and vale
Gave way to men of the polis,
Set upon coast and rapid.
And like a vase, once protean
Now impaled by the marver,
The maw of gods began to close.
And so scrivenings were hewn
Where once words winged.