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Snapshots of the Epic | Gregory Lawless

        We do not like some things and the hero
	Marianne Moore

Here the hero tries his eyes
after his winter’s sleep.
Here apple blossoms
pelt the moat 
between passing mallards. Here 
the hero recites his dreams 
into the sink. He knows his fate 
by rote. Today, 
he will burn
his rival’s vineyards
to the ground, and steal
his wife and chattel, 
his barrels of ale. Here
the hero splits his lips 
in half with a single finger
to cue his lover.
He makes the sound
of mallards landing softly 
on the water.
The gods are near,
he whispers, or else,
it’s father. Outside 
there are horses.
The gates are down.
The mowers lean upon
their rakes and sickles.
By now, he knows his life 
is long. He looks around,
and he sees nothing
he will not own.

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