They Never Slumber nor Sleep
The reason icons break but still remain
At crooked angles over slopes and cracks
In eon landscapes is to entertain
Their sacred irises. Greek mountains tracks
Show off to icons ancient splits pronounced
By earthquakes forty thousand times
Ago when gods now long forgotten trounced
The people, back when murders were not crimes
For goddesses. The priests brought slaughters to
These holinesses. Now harmed images
Of Orthodox devotion have their view
Of atavistic doomsday scrimmages.
..The stupid icons stare, enjoying bliss
….Provided by that long-forgotten hiss.