You who Apollo blessed with golden lyre,
who learned to create celestial lyrics
from Calliope, followed Hades' fire
to find your love Eurydice (pyrrhic
dance with sad end); you whose music silenced
the beguiling Sirens, pray for me whose
frightened mind challenges powerful gods,
fighting off those raving women licensed
to rip me to bloody rags of flesh. Choose
to entreat on my behalf him who nods
yes to morning, rides wild sky to brazen
dusk, plays for Zeus whose fingers cast bright rods
of light throughout Earth. Free me from Thracian
girl cuddling my head in Moreau's vision.
Roger Armbrust
July 21, 2010
