Goddess of Wisdom

if only Athena
knew
or does she
did she
has she always

known

the world crumbles
in a heart shard
shower of sound-bytes
and photo-ops
that pass for the
chu roo
of Nightingale

songs

Archimedes hangs
his head, mourning
White and Harryhousen
yes, even Harryhousen;
lost to a world where the 
dreams that become
realities
are nothing more than

Nightmares.

© sdrogers 18 october 2012

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