Guest post by Veronica Pamoukaghlian
Ulysses’ Fall (Las Toscas, Uruguay, Jan 14th, 2012)
Ulysses,
go back home
a patient seamstress
awaits your voyage’s end
this land of me
that you can call your own
needs nought of you
till you be ripe
for giving
My mermaid’s chant
was beyond help
like planets’ sway
yet only you
could hear it
I meant no harm
when I lured you to my island
Many a sailor
I had drowned
before you drifted
into my waters
my tuneless song
was yours
beyond the silence
Yet I could not
let you drown
to follow me
into the world of fish
and it’s too late
for me
to give my voice
and live over the surface
So we must live
this while
in middle-land
in middle-sea
this in-between
of bliss and tragedy
So, welcome Home
wherever you may be
this island has become
a land of Thee
Resume your life
in that other place
where you must hide
your godliness
behind the mask
of ordinary days
Stay away
until your head turns gray
and though you may forget
the stringness of my song
I will always remember
you were a god
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