Poem Book

hermes

a golden cap atop your hair
and feathered feet to grip the air
like an eagle soaring through the skies
you capture all the people's eyes
the messenger is your second name
but that's not your only call to fame
a clever, cunning, playful god
a trickster, too
that's what you do
confusion is your favorite game
and when somebody's life
barely clings on to remains
you walk down to hades
and demand he let them stay
when you fly up from afar
your wings shine like shooting stars