by Richard Moore
They were so talented . . . those ancient Greeks,
dammit, were freaks.
To these United States, were you to haul them,
poets would call
egotists, monsters, and, yet more emphatic,
Cutthroat-competitive, into our “free
they were too tough, too honest, too hard-bit
ever to fit.
Be glad then. Those weirdos (we love ’em so!)
died long ago.
Copyright © 2005 by Richard Moore. This poem appears in Moore’s
recent book of poems, Sailing to Oblivion, Chicago: Light Quarterly
Imprints, 2005. It was first published in The Classical Outlook.