Song of the Satyr

Let us lie beneath the moon,
You and I, you and I.
Let us Lie beneath the moon,
You and I.
We shall lie upon the dunes,
Where the desert flowers bloom,
And Ozymand proclaims his triumph to the sky.

Let us dance amid the foam,
You and I, you and I.
Let us dance amid the foam,
You and I.
Where a mariner still roams,
In his endless search for home,
And the night-birds wheel in silence ‘cross the sky.

Let us go out on the hunt,
You and I, you and I.
Let us go out on the hunt,
You and I.
Deep in shadow, hear the grunt,
Dark desires to confront,
And the gods of ancient days still fill the sky.

Let us wander through the wood,
You and I, you and I.
Let us wander through the wood,
You and I.
To the place where once he stood,
A golden boy with eyes of blood,
And the sound of broken hearts shall rend the sky.

Follow me out to the spaces,
To the dark and shadowed places,
Where the starlight never reaches,
And the death of life beseeches,
Where we proclaim our triumph,
While the night-birds shriek in silence,
Now the ancient gods returning,
Midst the joy and pain of yearning,
And the sound of broken hearts will rend the sky,
And the sound of broken hearts will rend the sky.

Not currently famous, Simon Smith is a writer, philosopher, and habitué of a medium-sized university library. His publications, which have long consisted of book reviews, articles in philosophy journals, and a monograph, now include short stories. Before the plague came, he was also the editor of one academic journal and two essay collections. These days, he spends most of his time thumping on about how great James Joyce is, a writer with whom, he now accepts, he is completely obsessed. He recently began work on what might eventually be a book about Ulysses.

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