"Parthenon" - 8/22/03

shattered I listen
as if Greek,
Polis-humbled

audience
surrounding me
ocean-throated anemone
swallowing,
pitiless
___
to be just another
anchor of mirror
reflective, blending
as dye on warm skin
blessing-stained
cruelly portraited
pleasures are not
these sins
(imagined)
___
oh, Shame!
dutifully
might you remember
me out from
this crowd
fetching as I'm
buried holy in shadow
left of bland central
twelfth row,
breathing
___
silence-tattered
embraced within
embarrassment’s
best posture poised
holding my ground
is love soul's
greeting line
or reason's
killing field
merely a fan
always feels so
pastel and
dried flowers
= death
ears kissed
bells tolled
and I
blindly

fell