Ancient Archer
rocket from the tombs
ANCIENT ARCHER
Ancient archer with golden bow Weary arrow retrieved from salty prey Cock-eyed, targeting noon illusions Lazy gods basking in mid-day rays Like some rock, self immersing Poseidon rises at the straights Water dripping, almost frozen I drew a hand of aces and eights Lo, messiah spitting verses Like a whisper, like a gasp Kindly eyes the last delusion Rolling back with spirit spray Christ was born in simple manger I was born in a darkened den With the lion pacing nervous I repeat "alas, amen." ©2026 Stephanie M. Vargo