"Dioscuri arise"
Dioscuri arise!
ye great twin brethren
my patron's
my heaven, my hell
masters of my life
Eris thou dust transcribe
upon thy devote
and like Sisyphus in times forgotten
I roll the stone to summit
then see it tumble to the base
Therefore sweet Castor
who plead immortality,
great Zeus bestow on lost Pollox
pity the soul of a kinsman
a sailor, a warrior,
one born under your stars
inspire and renew
guide and constrain
lest the stain of Momus
fall on my brow
Written 12-6-10 by Mark Day
photo by Mark Day "Parthenon" Athens Greece 1974
Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
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