Can you hear the locusts
They surround the palace
and siege the Minoan ruins with sound.
Everywhere an arid tan.
the dust settles on the green umbrella
of the trees dotting the intermittent hillsides
the wind bellows
tormenting the dry and delicate dust,
unsettled as if by the spirits of glorious armies…
Mycenae’s conquering troops.
A miniature tempest bursts from the palace stones
to settle again – but never settle like the spirits
and the chirping locusts all around.