“Tell the king, the wondrous hall has fallen. No shelter has Apollo, no sacred laurel that One dusky morn I came upon<\/span> The creaking stairs drew me upstairs<\/span> The Collector’s Attic. Long ago,<\/span> Up I went, my forehead bent<\/span> No one knew the Collector drew,<\/span> Of deathless blood. Inside the room,<\/span> The lords of war were playing gods<\/span> “Heathens! Heathens! Heathens all!<\/span> These words were scribbled on the wall.<\/span> The canvas stretched the very room –<\/span> A man with tarnished golden hair<\/span> The painting stared into my eyes.<\/span> The dead collector had drawn a pride<\/span> Morning mourning mirror and me :<\/span> I saw the beginning and the end<\/span> It was a mirror all along.<\/span> Somoshree Palit “Tell the king, the wondrous hall has fallen. No shelter has Apollo, no sacred laurel that foretells; the water that had so much to say is heard no more. It is finished.”\u00a0 \u2013 The Last Delphic Oracle, 362 AD \u2013\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 One dusky morn I came upon A lawn I chose to hate, All Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"parent":27,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-127","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/127","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=127"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/127\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":737,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/127\/revisions\/737"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/27"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=127"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nforetells; the water that had so much to say is heard no more. It is finished.”<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span>
\n<\/span>\u2013 The Last Delphic Oracle, 362 AD \u2013<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>A lawn I chose to hate,<\/span>
\n<\/span>All rusted red with a weeded bed<\/span>
\n<\/span>Lay the dead collector’s gate.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>As a snake ensnares her prey,<\/span>
\n<\/span>To a hollowed ground, a hallowed ground<\/span>
\n<\/span>And round and round it lay –<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>When Birnam woods were green and wild,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Some say – and they vouch they know,<\/span>
\n<\/span>How the dead collector was once a child.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>A vent I found at last.\u00a0<\/span>
\n<\/span>The attic boasts of nameless hosts<\/span>
\n<\/span>Ghosts of seasons past.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>A very few would pry<\/span>
\n<\/span>And in the urns of mortal burns :<\/span>
\n<\/span>He churns a golden sky<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>A canvas with a mountain high<\/span>
\n<\/span>Bloomed, and in it’s peerless bloom<\/span>
\n<\/span>I saw all gods, all religions die.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>And gods were playing men<\/span>
\n<\/span>A tyrant god –\u00a0 almighty lord<\/span>
\n<\/span>Ravished a pagan glen.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Heathens! Heathens everywhere!<\/span>
\n<\/span>We are the Heathens of your fall –<\/span>
\n<\/span>Your Brutus might be anywhere.”<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>These words were slashed in a golden pen.<\/span>
\n<\/span>These words had covered the entire hall;<\/span>
\n<\/span>These words were the blood of immortal men.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>The attic grossed in Nyx’s soul.<\/span>
\n<\/span>The painting smelled of divine gloom<\/span>
\n<\/span>I saw the image of mankind roll.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>With shaken hands had drawn that land<\/span>
\n<\/span>Maybe God’s Brutus was waiting,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Waiting at the witness stand.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>The painting began to eat me whole.<\/span>
\n<\/span>The ancient gods I heard their cries<\/span>
\n<\/span>The attic sucked me off my soul.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Across the wall of collective sin<\/span>
\n<\/span>The mirror cracked from side to side<\/span>
\n<\/span>The dead collector’s skeletal grin.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>With stygian eyes and teeth of lead,<\/span>
\n<\/span>My Golden god of ecstasy,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Ichor! Heathen Ichor is red.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>I saw the wrath where I belong<\/span>
\n<\/span>The painting was what the gods amend \u2013<\/span>
\n<\/span>It was a mirror all along.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>It was a mirror all along.<\/span>
\n<\/span>There’s no wrong way to be holy :<\/span>
\n<\/span>And it was a mirror all along.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"