Extinction Song (Remix)

by Julie Sheehan



Minoans! Minoans! I’m wild about
                                                             Minoans,
From Linear A to their bright, squat
                                                             columns
All ruined—but why? Inscriptions that
                                                             no one’s
Read for ages might very well exhort
                                                             those Cretans
To exclaim, “What bliss,” like us, subsisting
                                                             on wine, oil, and
Gold! Oil, gold, and administrative tablets
                                                             galore! So
Organized, accounting for—we know not!
                                                             Most glorious
Rattles and wild bulls and a love of art
                                                             Knossos
Coded but we will never, never decipher: shout
                                                             Hoshanot,
As the Harvester vase singers do, except
                                                             in unknown
Syllables, and to mother gods! Paint women white
                                                             as mimes or
Men red as the Minotaur, for we cannot
                                                             grow old on
A long-gone hilltop with quite the garbled wit
                                                             of Minoans,
Minoans, I’m wild for Minoans.

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