What might, what gold does Ithaca hold to vex us; Enthralled ‘till when, by whom, for what, and where? Do not the mermaids sing the song that wakes us to pleasured, pampered mornings in their arms and hair? Explain to me the madness of the twice-seduced to shun and spite Calypso despite her swoon! How I pine for a pint of stupor by lotus induced To hell with sweat, with oars; for once forget the boon! We flee the monsters, yes, but why the rest the dainty meals, the silk uncovered flesh. O Ithaca blest, ignore my rash protest your richer foods, your girls with modest mesh I still deem best. The deeper yearn, the higher call Ulysses blest, onward home you man of gall… Onward home. Emmanuel Flores, LC, was born in the southernmost region of California. He is a religious brother on his way to the priesthood. He is currently studying philosophy in Rome.