When Socrates Heard the Story of Job

 

In the long room hard by a street of marble cutters

they take turns submerged in a large pithos

of greasy water, naked and gritty along the benches.

Voices rise and fall between the excitement of dice.

Just beyond the offing dark and moonlit

the holy sails glide home from Delos.

So much for his defense when they return.

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