Poem: Hermes

by Sannion

Ie ie Hermes!

Staves and rocks and herds of cows and herds of ghosts;

Hats and boots and coins tinkling --

as they fall from cut purses or from hands that have thrown bad dice

Ie ie Hermes!

Pens and roads and treaties and men muttering old spells under the new moon;

Black earth and black night and blue eyes shining out of the shadows --

as footsteps fall on wet cobbles and people hurry home

Ie ie Hermes!

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