from the book SECOND ADVENT OF ZEUS
Hermes II
Hermes raised His cap to see
the dark nights I had spent
in the recesses of my soul
with just a glimmer
of opulence coming
through the contour
of the crescent moon
image attractively vague
yet imploring me
to digest the meaning of humanness
and putting aside my facial
I stood against the obstacle
of my flesh demanding, longing.
Was it then possible
to make myself as invincible
as the wooden window shutter
against the southern wind?
The answer sprang up slowly
from within a gap of my mind
as if a thundering no
between the thighs
of the naked woman
who kneeled almost
innocently on my empty bed
posing quite imprudently
like a statue I had always admired
nymph I had always dreamed
injured memory of my kin
hyacinth planted in my pot
always first to announce
the vernal equinox
Hellenic Canadian Literature 