Showing posts with label throwing breadcrumbs in the river. Show all posts
Showing posts with label throwing breadcrumbs in the river. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

BORN AGAIN



Were he here I would tell my father
That Cesar Borgia's sword was forged
By a converted Jew, born Solomon
But made Hercules through baptism.
In those days one could discover
That one's true self was a pagan half-god
Disguised as a Jewish king and find
An obliging priest to ratify the decision
Perhaps when he left the Quarter old friends
Wondered there'd once been a time
When they and Hercules had together
Thrown breadcrumbs in the river.