The Bells of Tolrileum
I heard during torture,
the marketization, rule systems,
The magik. Symbology.
I remember the lost civilizations
the Way of the Queens
the days of learning and courage
introspection with molecules.
I heard the Bells of Tolrileum.
others are hearing.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
How can I not distaste the grass?
The toilet house built for the solitary traveler
on the road from Napoli to Messina,
the dust kicking up its memories of bones,
my sandals of cow-leather
flavored with the apprehensions of the slaughterhouse,
the retreat of a slave girl from her owner
to the East, the Ionian Sea,
across the plains, up to Olympus,
to track down Jove, to kick his fucking ass.