The rocks of Greece are like gravestones.
Wine still fills the chalice, but it is wretched,
and Homer is not sitting at the café.
Who shall summon the muses,
now that poetry’s spread on postcards?
Justice is plummeting in the stock market,
its value next to zero;
but you cannot ask us to exchange
our dignity for bread.
by Jason R. Forbus
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