Joseph S. Josephides Poems

On their chariots they loaded the thrakean uniforms,
with all the sketches and colours of their country,
the Monastery, the palm tree and the pine tree,
the partridge, the tree branch, the flower, the eagle,
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My drama is of black blood (Sophocles wiped a lot of it)
my son Hæmon replaced Polynices when he fell sick, but
killed each other with Eteocles for the throne of Thebes.
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With no sunlight, the place resembles the Cimmerians’ land;
I walked the staircase down where they live in endless night;
a tide of youngsters carried me away to the gate of Hades,
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For years I hold a steering; same way, same stations,
the passengers same and colourless. My Bronx,
a crowd made of padded air, having a dry voice.
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President Pierce, don’t ever send your clown to message
your tough warn, and don’t threaten the Tribe Chief of Seattle;

Master of the planet, his tongue cannot roar as yours.
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When you see the word 'defeat' you lament,
you blame the others, you want to avenge,
or you surrender with apathy, holding up your hands.
Is your victory a jar pit of Danaides,
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I am an actor, deep down I am a politician,
In the dressing room I solve crosswords,
I search for green horses,
I mindlessly stare at the television.
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Better focus and learn from epic poems,
you, new ambitious masters of the world:

In Persia there was a jealous half-brother;
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It's not Cassandra's naked cry, “Troy is being subjugated”,
Nor is it Tiresias' howling, “alas, bad is the fate of Thebes.”

The elder seer has a secret, he foresees misfortunes,
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Up here, being enclosed in the spaceship 'Vostok',
I feel like a fetus penetrating into another world,
as the soul of Orkath in the painting of El Greco.
From the porthole I see the earth in pale blue,
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