Styx by Herb Kauderer

Herb Kauderer

and so the gods
call upon you
as one by one
they drink your name
to seal divine contract

with no pity
for your station
nor tear to feed
your vigilance
they know you feed
upon yourself
to heal their lies


first appeared in The Oak 3:1 January 1993


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