[Newspoetry] The Odyssey

[Editor-Within-Chief]

The Odyssey

now you've brought us war
you, our greatest hope
distant and forbidding
half steps in five four

my fists, red with cold
and anger, while tiny comets
bludgeon seedlings striving
without thinking to grow old

and into sand forever dead
sorry we hit with robots
we hoped would just miss you
damn it, by a hair instead

come themis, grs, marie
stay up and keep us company
can't sleep, bombs are on the wing
what's that, it's ice you see?


--
Joe Futrelle
editor-within-chief
http://www.newspoetry.com/