Sunday, August 1, 2010

Poem: moth of

you make my words get up and walk,” said Euthyphro
“getup and w a l k awa y

sight of body
mouthing words

I am a moth of words
singed by body

I am leaden evenings of Athens
I am a circumstance of Greece


spoken at arraignment
wander lifetime


silent beforejury


how do words, O Socrates, surfeit this
life and

corpse
stills the pyre


slip,

O Socrates, why are your words

afi re

1 comment:

家唐銘 said...

做些小善事,說些愛的字句,世界更快樂。..................................................

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