Greek Chorus

GREEK CHORUS

God from the instrument--valentine dactylic!
Fate in its Greek chorus tells of the idyllic.

Triplicate faces and serpentine veneries,
homage to odysseys, clandestine prophecies.

Thebes! Oh my extant, this plague exalts eagerness.
Pearlescent white-hot--the core of our wine-dark seas.

Stirrings where none should be, penance for revelries . . .
Sever the verse that determines the hero's course!

Pennate, the winged dash to bits on the precipice.
Cold Amphitrite cares naught for my tragedy.

 

The Women in the Woods

THE WOMEN IN THE WOODS

out in the woods, out in the water
out in the woods, out in the water
take us down to the ghosts of our daughters
sticks and stones bring the lamb to the slaughter
out in the woods tonight

under the moon, under the stars
under the moon, under the stars
sister sightless taking what's ours
bones are breaking opening scars
under the moon tonight

friend to the worm, friend to the raven
friend to the worm, friend to the raven
skull and soul and flesh of the craven
on the knoll their sorrows are graven
friend to the worm tonight

tell it to the wind, tell it to the wild
tell it to the wind, tell it to the wild
now's the hour we bring home a new child
swift devour the pure and beguiled
tell it to the wind tonight