One Must Imagine Zeus Laughing

I hear it now ringing

Through this town where was once my life

I hear the arrows whistling and singing

Abject truths in this temporary lie

I hear it now ringing

In our failures and in our demise

Words with their wings torn apart

Never to reach the storied wise

Oh I hear it ringing,

From Macedon down to Crete

A most resplendent decoration

Over the battlefield of our defeat

Oh I hear it ringing

from the hills does it bellow fair

I hear our gods laughing

And see Aphrodite wash blood from her hair

(The title is a play on the famous Albert Camus quote “One must imagine Sissyphus happy”)