[ it was beneath the hills ]

it was beneath the hills
of that antique Greece
that she let out the kings of the Republic
a myth distinctly real
that made this thryst uniquely royal

it was not the paranoia, or the juvenoia
that corrupted that pact
it was the olive trees
in liturgical rites of faith
alike the Huns before Thracia
kneeled before the wooden token
there the urns of our forefathers
dismissed
unscripted off our history
with the heroes they crisped away
but the ash nostalgia stayed
deranged and flayed,
now the devils of the hills