Greek gods are communing

Beneath the Doric arch

And they talk how small we humans are

They drink to Agamemnon

They toast his Pyhrric march

And wait for the sacrifices



Shepherds herd in real time

Sheep are barley-grazing on a field of green

Vines ripen to find

Troy will prevail

Trojan curfews prevail



So we got smashed on Ios

Down around some Doric arch

And the trashed blonde Scandi

Mistook me for a Swede

Her slurred Medieval accent

Was like a puddle at my feet

You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth



Flaccid

On a rock hard strip of concrete

Near a field of green

We sign Deutschmarks are fine

Aren't you too pale

Does it hurt you?

So pale

Trojan curfews prevail