Odysseus could barely make the grade
when battered by an unrelenting storm.
Then temptress sirens cunningly parlayed
their parlous straits to let mirages form.
For since he brooked slim chance of reaching shore,
still less of entertaining nuptial thrills,
what use was steadfast steering anymore,
or plying vaunted navigating skills?
Arresting music made him veer off course
while he was left to rail against the wind
in lieu of finding its demonic source.
For piqued Poseidon, not his sailors, pinned
him to the mast that devastated hope
and shrank horizons to his fancy’s scope.
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