A blind man of ancient streets
Plays on his alabaster flute
sings out a story song
and all who are parted from their loved ones
Gather to listen and weep
This is the greatest story ever told
He beats his chest and sings on
and all the women waiting on their men lost at sea
Unwrap their heads and pull out their hair with bare hands
and their unborn babes violently kick in their wombs--
as they writhe in pain.
.
The scribes ruffle their papyrus
and spill about their inkpots
In the ecstasy of immortalizing this song
The hostesses has abandoned her weaving task
and now sinks in her lap in tears
her oil and flour jars lie broke
the guests have overstayed their welcome.
.
This is a song of longing
This is a song of hope
Do not sink into despair
Odysseus the lost will escape Calypso's Island
and finally approach your porch
in the guise of a beggar
Do not sink into despair
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