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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

M. Shayne Bell

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Mercy of Charon

I have lost the way to Elysium:
I have no obol to pay
for that flowered shore of River Styx,
and I cannot swim past the gloom.

How the waters sigh by the riverside;
how they loll beneath this pier
where I sit with others moneyless,
where I hear them moan and say

how the vast plains of Elysium
never suffer rain or snow;
how the breezes of Elysium
cool the joyful there who laugh

in cloudless hours,
so they say on these bleary banks,
where sands abhor the fitful winds,
and planks of the pier are rot.