Gargantuan Gorgons may even nowadays be gorging themselves with gods’ glint. Their Greek grandiloquence gravitates above us, grotesque groundlings. They are so gorgeous.


People, this was our guild.
Me, I’m just expiating
a worldly guilt.
Gluttonous God
sits golgothically
on my shoulder and
snatches all that
has remained from my grit.
His guidance has forgotten
the golden mean to a heart.
He has no knowing though
I’m just a gleeman,
not a vanguard guru
and I don’t carry Grail in the gore
he’s grinding deep down.
But I feel as follows
humanity would hate a walk-over.
Eagle, don’t cry
Fly away
Fetch the grizzled Gorgons.