The Companions of Odysseus in Hades
Since we still had a little
Of the rusk left, what fools
To eat, against the rules,
The Sun's slow-moving cattle,
Each ox huge as a tank —
A wall you'd have to siege
For forty years to reach
A star, a hero's rank.
We starved on the back of the earth,
But when we'd stuffed ourselves,
We tumbled to these delves,
Numbskulls, fed up with dearth.
A. E. Stallings
Poetry February 2014
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