Alcibiades’ beauty was lost

on him whose only love was reason
on he who had no need of form, whose
only gods were beyond numbers,
alive with risk Pythagoras could not
have borne

Plato tried but could not  follow,
the master’s words became his own
‘til, as the way of all recorders, the
truth denied belies a history so
mercilessly shown

the un
examined life

each day passing as the one before
with only thought to brook the distance
with only time

with nothing more

© s rogers 26 January 2010

2 thoughts on “Hemlock

  1. Brilliant point. Its says so much in just a few lines.


  2. catgem says:

    thank you for seeing that, Poets… and thank you for taking the time to tell me

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