Clamored our fathers, to muses divine,
For poetic rage, by Heaven inspired,
And thus enthused, by mortal mind designed,
The blest classics to study and admire.
Beseech I, them, ‘Thracians, to me, avail’
‘In th’ epics, hist’ry, and lyric refrains’,
‘Of comic, of tragic, of romance tales’,
‘In dance, in hymnals, in th’ astral plains’,
Cue silence; snaps their tuned kitara’s strings,
Enter farce; yokes harshly, their shepherd’s crook,
Falter step; addles their grapes, upbeat swings,
Exit faith; deceives their exhorted books.
Astray I, following th’ ancients beliefs,
To thine mortal compass, I plead relief.
G. E. Hernandez