La Victoire................................................................Justin Hunt

Justin Hunt

La Victoire

it is that she is beautiful even faceless, armless how she is running to flee Paris her gown barely hanging on when an old Greek put down his psomi and walking stick, threw his fisherman’s cap to the floor of the Louvre and while leaping onto the Lady’s prow his arms wrapping the great bosom his screaming let us fly back to Samothrace

i could not forgive her wings for staying their stone cast as he stepped down and went calmly back to the quiet streets sighno ‘mi, sighno ‘mi