Distraction (Here Comes Dror)

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The Intelligence Service

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There it is torn to distraction from distraction 
Lying motionless inert incapable of flying with wet wings made of clay
The furnace rages with Vulcan's lot to forge and craft objects which 
Distract and find us yearning for More 
Eating running grasping and gasping for air 
Turn To the bronze face that looks away 
And has always 
And will always 
Reach for one more Venus with delight 
And Saturn trapped tied bound with breathless feeble abandon
Stronger than our will bending reeds 
The wind brings life and takes away the spoils we've kept 
Through Cronos' beard one million and one hairs to count 
While we were children staring the whole of it bright-eyed and open-mouthed 
Calling for the birds impervious to 
The broken glass below reflecting and refracting the light 
Into sharp rays that pierce the dark sleep 
Parents told us we must have when it rains cold and dark 
Pelting down with exaggerated force 
Vulcan sneers and puffs out a black cloud of smoke 
While Aetna sits quietly like an Ingres' Nude in a fascists house - my neighbour in fact 
Clean trimmed lawn nicely painted deck BBQ smoke emanating from the back 
The smell of roasting pork wafting through the halls up the stairs 
Venus calls but no answer echoes back through the cold mud-formed walls
Only Juno's laugh fills the air and this Trojan Is thoroughly disturbed 
Though deaf he clings to his bronze shield and all it's detailing 
Calls him to stand up and fight the silent invisible secret lurking behind the countless blue boxes 
Cold shivering calls to Jove and Apollo playing dice on a cloud over the warm Aegean coasts 
Where fishermen sample their daily catch in vessels crafted from cold wet clay
They didn't know but satisfactorily belched away the wind 
Spurning play for something else which we keep hidden forever behind our Pergamum 
Safe and sound so long as Ulyses is over there and we are over here 
We laugh to ourselves and eat saltless sacrificial meat 
Stolen from the enemy camp by Venus herself on the way to her husband's lair 
Hidden deep away from human reach below the Earth Atlas carries so diligently 
Silently shrugging occasionally waking us up to the birds' songs carried in the wind
Rising up through my chest settling down on a farm just outside of Rome 
Where Hannibal was causing chaos as long as a hair your chin 
Eating elephant flanks and burning the fat at night 
Carthage laughed a blink and then Rome again cried to Juno 
Hannibal flanks limbs and entrails burning in the wind 
Among the gore once his troops that outshone the Sun 
Racing in his chariot didn't even look down at all the mess In the wet clay below 
Our citadel 
Our tower 
Our walls we raced through bare-footed when children 
Taunting Mercury 
Praising Venus 
Envying old Anchises 
Whom I envy still

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