Two lightning bolts were delivered to my room. They were gifts from Zeus. I rock the bolts in a basinet of a pine. People as me how I am. I say I'm alright.. I'm fine!. I push the lightning bolts in a pram. Till the sun goes down & it gets dark. And the girls of Jubilee Street hang out their windows. And they wave & ask me how I am tonight. I say I'm good.. I'm alright!. In Athens all the youths. are crying from the gas. I'm bu the hotel pool working on a tan. People come up and ask me who I am. I say "if you don't know don't ask". Zeus laughs. But it's the gas. He asks me how I am. I said "Zeus don't ask". My lightning bolts are jolts of joy. They are joy boy from Zeus. I feed them porridge. in the booster seats of knowledge. And in the cradle of democracy. The pigeons are wearing gas masks. My lightning bolts play in the elevators. They slide down the hotel banister. And Zeus throws a gas canister. And it spins around the pool. As pigeons wearing respirators. steal the lightning bolts. Zeus wants them back. O my bolts of joy!. O my darling little boys!. They are lost to us!. And pepole. They are never coming back. At night I watch them sleep. And cry years of tears. And it's not the gas. People ask me how we are. We are I say. Mostly lost.