In Pylos, old man Nestor grins: too often.
Nine battlefields creak in his kneecaps.
The sea's gaunt tribulations
Shake in his blood.
Outside, the children sing and play.
Their voices have no faces.
Flames have no teeth, wine has no tongue.
His hands are on backwards.
His north is water.
There are sheep within his head.
The years are falling
Discard by discard to the day.
It is all
One glint of blazing bronze, then dark.
They lay him east of Pylos in a field
Washed by the wind which sweeps and sweeps away.
Publication details:"The Death of Nestor" was published in "Icarus Ascending" Number #1 Fall/Winter 2000-2001 (ed. Deborah Shepard) (Cazenovia, United States) (page 12). Copyright © 2000 Hugh Cook. All rights reserved.
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