Zarathustra Smoked Grass

The Classical Age

You know how, if one were to divide the scalp into thirds,

the top loses out to the temples;

it reminded me not to forget,

as if youth takes flight from a runway strip

atop disheveled curls

thinning to a lesser extent,

that you and I met

with a full head of hair,

and that I must remake

the strands making waves

beneath dead Patroclus’s helmet

again, before all detachment

takes place.