You, People Of Margin Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

We are Delphi, the centre of universe, bridge of peoples
we have designed commerce but with a good intention.

When Pythia, chewing, delivers oracle, better pay a lot,
believe at once; her equivocal words aren't jolly jests
The accuse Pythia that has hallucinations; you better
see: what she delivers it accommodates you the best.

Avoid perfections: they say Hermes is worshiped
by poor hermits, by traders and all other thieves,
that all is commerce: Olympia, Society, Education.
The envy ones accuse us that we are after money
that greedy causes the decline of our great Centre.

But, people in the margin, from Salamis to Paphos,
watch out; where else could you resort, except here?
Our force is centripetal, you’re satellites turning around
for a solution. What’s your fate if you stay immobile?
We sell to you myths, we got in surplus. Peace can’t do
without commerce. Respect monopoly, folks of margin.

We only worry if Apollo be in despair and then quits,
if goes in the plain Thessalia and becomes a shepherd.
Doing so he will advance even beyond your margin,
as an ordinary person, being calm and away of us all.



© JosephJosephides