Bellerophon 0.1

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Bellerophon


We are a sort of vanished generation,
even if there's no trauma yet to grab
at our collective consciousness -- the half
of us that still can act,

they fail to see the visions
crippling our poets and politicians:
a world at war, a world aflame,
a world returned to tyrants' hands,

and other such abstractions. Or perhaps
they see, yet feel they're free
as long as future's future -- for we lack
an iron will and smoldering lexicon

to play dictator, the modern
butchered by our mothers and our fathers
into a Chimera we'll mock to fight,
a Pegasus we'll soon lose.

Bellerophon


We are a sort of vanished generation,
even if there's no trauma yet to grab
at our collective consciousness -- the half
of us that can still act,

they fail to see the visions
crippling our poets and our painters:
a world at war, a world aflame,
a world returned to tyrants' hands,

and other such abstractions. Or perhaps
they see, yet feel they're free
as long as future's future -- for we lack
a proper cause, a righteous dogma

to hold us absolutely, the modern
butchered by our mothers and our fathers
into a Chimera we'll mock to fight,
a Pegasus we'll soon lose.