Theasis
Theophilos
Now whittle down for us our gaze
So that we may see these groundlings
Growing eyes on the inside
Yet, lest we tarry in the company of fools
Be brief
Behold ἄνδρας, exchanging quiver and canopy
For ploughshare and gambrel
Fire delivered itself unto him
And by fire was h’enthralled
Men of the chaff
Sheltered by rivulet and vale
Gave way to men of the polis
Set upon coast and rapid
And like a vase, once protean
Now impaled by the marver
The maw of gods began to close
And so scrivenings were hewn
Where once words winged