Tristia 3.10

 

Town Hall, Constanta, Romania

suppositum stellis numquam tangentibus aequor
me sciat in media uiuere barbaria

If anyone still remembers me
back in the city

think of a wheel of stars
that never sinks

below the ocean
think of the far bank of a river

our only shield
against rampaging gangs

Black PowerHeadhunters
no faxes no email

for days
the lines are down

the snow once fallen
lies a second year

here wine bursts bottles
they don’t drink beer

but ice-cubes
I’ve seen the whole sea

frozen hard
walked on it dry-shod

the deep ringing beneath me

Posted by Ovid at 5:16 pm