So say you had a farm outside Aleppo...
war
The Last Post (A Georgic Blog Epilogue)
—Thus I sang the fields of change, the flocks of self,/While Tsar Trump thundered war across a continent...
The Wall in Iraq
The deepest past’s mere meters down...
Bucolic III
Gentle, the fields, slowly, eating the bones,/Blood drinking, men upon them, new, compete,/Goat bone, sheep blood too, gently now and slow...
Ludwig
Before the battle,/The mad, killing throttle,/Brutus and Horace perused Aristotle...
Iphigenia
A storm arises at the port of Aulis, preventing the Greek fleet from sailing for Troy. Their leader Agamemnon consults the seer Calchas for advise on calming the storm...
Panthera’s Watch
A mess of enemy light this cold Judean sky,/Illuminating goats and the shit of goats...
Just Poems 