"Aristotle with a Bust of Homer" by Rembrandt‘Sing Me Not’ by Oliver Mort The Society February 21, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 2 Comments Goddess, sing me not, that barbaric yawp of man’s puny sorrows. He wants to swap his countless ills, not go down to Hades. The dogs and vultures wait to lick the blades of his small quarrel, spilled like cheap Merlot from the gods’ table. A TV talk show, O Muse, has replaced you. It croons out doom like a tone-deaf jazz singer. Homer’s tune is in the jukebox waiting a dollar but it’s unplugged and no one seems bothered. Oliver Mort is from Belfast, Northern Ireland. His poetry has been published in many fine journals such as The Rialto, The Yellow Nib, Envoi and others. He has new work due in Wasafiri in 2018. Related Post ‘The Garden of Life’ and Other Poetry by Satyana... The Garden of Life In wee, assuring spans of sunlit day, The sun awakened, rides his carriage fast To paint with crimson every corner passed, To... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses Steven Shaffer February 22, 2018 Love the pithiness and pointed-ness. Reply Andrew Ramirez March 2, 2018 I enjoyed everything about this. Wonderful. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.