Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "GO TELL the SPARTANS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Go tell the Spartans!"

TRAVELLER WHO PASS on by, our battlefields, our palatial ruins, destroyed ornate baths & gardens or a retreat cottage or barn in which where we thrived/survived, lived & died; a humble wedding and where we prayed to our Gods, a romance where young folks fell in love, where hopeful children danced, where we unfolded life's mysteries, told horror stories 'round a campfire on moonless nights? (Brutal stuff/raise the HAIRS on your Cats back?)

Where we conspired against Tyrants and wondered ALL desires, and friendships bonded or WERE betrayed & Clerks/Monks with pen & paper/frosted mitten hands notated all our past ways? Yet SHIPS  come sailing 'cross the seas, a "Sea-Peoples" to crush all that we Be, a song to be silenced, a poem to be erased, a Tyrants ignorance, an Intelligence-disgraced Yet ELECTRA-in the Morning, a St. Cecilia, or Joan of Arc, lone voices usurped by wolves, throughout the ages we still sing/echo their Song?

Stranger, Traveller, U who pass on by? Go tell the Spartans how we fought, lived & died. A Lyre or an electric guitar accompaniment, whatever your desire. Go tell the Spartans!!!

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.