ready the Moon
us, and us first
The Athenians; the watchers
of rock faces
Ancient keepers, we are
horders of tides.
Us, and us
Standing before her, ageless;
pain in the blades; neck-ache
Knowing
that she was angry,
that she had suffered
she benefits, in words,
an evening to say,
“Boy, buy a torch, for the moonlight.”

And she says
you, you do not observe the days,
but confuse them up and down;
that she says they
defrauded, dinner and home,
met with the days you are
inflicting.  

And, while gods fast,
mourn for Memnon or Sarpedon.
Hyperbolus, the lot to be deprived,
make no room for the casket.  
There has never been  a death,
for he
will better spend his days of his life to the Moon.