THE DAGGER Poem by Rogi Wieg
THE DAGGER
Zeus, when I am old and sick,
I don't want to do Christmas pieces.
So have my carotid arteries
severed with a dagger.
Leave me at peace with the ethos,
the logos and the pathos.
I don't want to convince
anyone of infantile tales.
I'll grind the dagger so sharp so one can separate
good from bad. For ever. Zeus,
let me die young. You're
old and don't exist, so you can help me.
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6/2/2024 5:47:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful piece, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing, Rogi.