mountains / on the death of gods
by Matthew Stokdyk
on helicon i wept
at the garden
untrimmed by music;
if birdsong were enough
i would never have begun
to sing.
on parnassus i laid
(still do)
drunk on the fumes
of all i already knew,
our thread held taut
at the last moment.
and on olympus i looked
weeping bitterly
for i could not return.
Originally posted to this website on June 9th, 2018.