hagios athanatos, eleison hymnas.

 o my people

 before sleep last night found myself weeping at the thought
 of a woman: two tears. one for each of her eyes. unconsciensable:
 i have done with the backward glances, done with the
 lust of unconsidered meanings.  you, you don't want to hear
 about her, nor you, not you.  forgive me.  lost time, you know.
 but it might be you, you know.

 gospodi pomiluj.  fear to say that.  fear the lord, but fear to say that.

 what dirty bones these are.  i have let horses borrow them for wars,
 let you rest in their cradle.  the gods beat their ceremonial drums with
 these, and these i used to dig my garden.

 what do you do with a drunken sailor