Kevin Conder
	Iliad the hills are full of olives rotting on the ground the ocean clanks on the iron beach the sky might as well be made of slate the rain would fall if it could Achilles is on viagra he has sacked troy once more just for the hell of it the city burns and burns the nightmares have returned none of the prophecies came true come dance with me dark prince not even you can keep the moon down Andros - Celebration of the Unknown Sailor the sun streams through windows like roman short swords shadows of cypress fall on the bleached stone village walls townspeople wear mounds of clothes huddle under the shadows from the olive orchard sleep a light afternoon sleep dream of fresh pears and fields of tan wheat twelve hundred and fourteen carved stone steps down to the slow roll of the mediterranean the harbor sunken since the sixth century water and empire and glory greek children dive off the cliffs see who can swim deepest through swarms of silver fish igniting in the sun jumbled blocks of stone loom up in answer the bones gone the names petrified just then the people wake to the ringing of church bells they walk the long walk to the sea scatter petals of roses everywhere