It’s not yet
Unbound. And the indifferent don’t careAbout godly matters.Let them puzzle it outWith the Oracle. Meanwhile, during the festivities,I’ll take my ease thinking of the dead.In the old days, many generals diedand lovely women and poets.Today, it’s many men.But I am alone.and sailing on the oceanThe sweetly scented islandsAsk where they are.For something of them remainsIn…