Thomas R. Peters, Jr.

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Nam Rats God
mlfor Stan Brakhage
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I.
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Above the little
mmmmdo not worry
cared little to leave the house
mmmmcome with us
To fell the sacred top!
mmmmObeying
He grabbed an axe
mmmmMade the long climb, slowly
The only tree there
mmmma bowman
the goddess herself shot,
mmmmlooked down
shall touch the ground
mmmmtheir cottage
swung an axe for the slanting
mmmmwhile they wondered
the oak tree trembled
mmmmseeing the neighbors trouble
And acorns paled
mmmmand the poor quarters
And when the axe bit into
mmmmme a temple
As from the neck
mmmmto the marble columns;
And they were all stunned;
mmmmthe root was golden
And they paid for there devotion
mmmmwith this carefully carved
axe of Eurystheus
mmmmstruck marble
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II.
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Then turning to them
Till, from death the other
most dear to favor
and my final prophecy:
in my hour of death, little?
this did not stop him either
weakened by blows, dragged down
like to be fell,
and its’ falling weight
laid low the temple
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For ten miles around and the dry years together
stunned at their own, their forest neither
Robed all in black; per se
punished by seeing
they prayed, from
the beautiful, was granted
made the fields tremble
mnwatched the temple
She planned an awful punishment
mnfor the mortals
was something days over
in any act of his; she would cut loaves
appeal to famine they still had time
Are never allowed to meet
and the bark was closed over
Summoned one of the mountains
mmmmmneven to this day.
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