epigram

The die cannot roll back

into your open hand.

Once out your words say what

you later understand.

Epigram

A poem should be witty but if not

At least provide the semblance of a thought.

Epitaph

My name is Skythinos, not the author

of Herakleitos Commentaries

but just one epigram. I wrote it while

at school and Plato saw it and kicked me out.

It was in praise of Beauty, origin

of mind. It sealed my fate. I tutored children

in this village and died a pauper. Do not pity

me; flowers grow here all year round.

Epigram or haiku, I am partial
To the short forms that rhyme with Martial.

Here lies a distinguished Formalist

Who wanted us to understand

The world not of the open hand

But the closed fist.