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    "Pass softly stranger lest it be your doom    To wake the wasps that settle on his tomb."

–Leonidas of Tarentum

On the islands, it was allbronze and paintedmarble, war just another

extravagance, a wayfor poor men to slipinto scented boudoirs,

and he, the "thistlewith graceful leaves,"pretended no illusions,

his iambics sharpas a bronze swordon a bronze shield.

Horace owned thirtyscrolls, but we haveshredded papyrus,

glued into masksfor the mummiesof rich merchants.

The work of yearstorn to covera shriveled face,

scraps stiff and frailas the husks of waspslittering his grave. [End Page 222]

Richard Spilman

Richard Spilman is the author of In the Night Speaking and of a chapbook, Suspension.

Additional Information

ISSN
2056-5666
Print ISSN
0148-3331
Pages
222
Launched on MUSE
2020-01-02
Open Access
No
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