Our Libations

Our Libations

A Poem by jcarlson33
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A poem about the hero Orestes who avenged the death of his father Agammemnon, who was killed by his mother. Although in Greek plays by Aeschylus Orestes is a tragic hero, this poem is another take.

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Weary pilgrims-

Approach a tomb

Above parched earth with worn soles,

Entreating the dead below to share their comfort,

As the journey’s sorrow is in their sunken chests.

 

“Offer thy libation and be off.” Bid the leader to the flock.

As those pious folk,

Did quench the corpse of Orestes.

 

In treachery, as Erinyes descend.

Upon conscience, or in the form of men.


Omens and disease did fill the minds of those weary pilgrims-

In dusk’s dim view, and in morning dew.

As all the shackled did crawl to their Fate.

In sacrilege or not, in a choice not made-

 

Oh fair Orestes, where is thy protector?

Where is thy young crone that speaks for Fate?

Upon which holy throne does thy Muse sit?

Treachery is his arrow through your soul, my lost soul Orestes!

We weary pilgrims, pity you!

As the gleam of glory is fleeting and cheap…


Does thou deserve more than thirst?

Does thou deserve our remembrance?


© 2017 jcarlson33



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Added on March 24, 2017
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