SHIP OF FOOLS.
Guided by the constellations
on a voyage to nowhere,
the shattered wealth of the
Heroic age is now overshadowed
by madness.
All blood runs cold
on this ship of fools;
and yet, the vibrant calm of
heavens and sea remains undisturbed
by the cacophonous wails and
shrieks of agonized men
and impatient birds of prey.
Verily, the hand of Fate
is severe with those
who are slow to acquiesce;
for death without release
is Hades itself.
(from my epic poem cycle entitled “Daedalus: and ancient epic for modern man”,
Collected poems and stories, 2005, Cyberwit Publishers.)
Oso Para Vos 
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