On an Empty Tomb

by James Whitall
A wild squall from the east, darkness, and the waves of Orion's lurid setting were my fate and I, Kallaiskhros, gave up my life as I fled across the Libyan sea;
So now I am swept to and fro by the waters, a prey to fishes, and this stone lies when it says that I am here.
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Leonidas of Tarentum
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Short Poems
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