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Poetry and Prose

Sooth Mayer

By Mayer Bick,

And silence sounds no worse than cheers

After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout

Of lads that wore their honours out,

Runners whom renown outran

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And the name died before the man.

So set, before the echoes fade,

The fleet foot on the sill of shade,

And hold to the low lintel up

The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laureled head

Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead

And find unwithered on its curls

The garland briefer than a girl's.

On a similar note, the February issue of GQ magazine ran an article entitled "Jocks Are Lousy Lovers," by Allison Glock.

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