An Alternate View Poem by Not Long Left

Oh captive heart, befallen to a tribe of sirens and marauders
netted by sweet sounds and unseen displays of passion
nobodies we were, nameless shards surfing the depths
for a bifocular Ithacan swept by the Gods whimsied breath
the inspired quest of ruthless inhuman denial.
Caught in the social intercies there was no choice
A Parisean reason from Myceane to Troy
decimating our ranks before the false dawn, as upon false shores
we bellied the eyeless Cyclops and 'scaped Circe's swing.

Oh faithful Ulysses why did you forget your tribe
were we not fodder for your fulsome task
until you alone stood as the last.


Poem written By David Levitas and Vincent Turner