The Companions of Odysseus in Hades

After Seferis Since we still had a little Of the rusk left, what fools To eat, against the rules, The Sun’s slow-moving cattle, Each ox huge as a tank — A wall you’d have to siege For forty years to reach A star, a hero’s rank. We starved on the back of the earth, But when we’d stuffed ourselves, We tumbled to these delves, Numbskulls, fed up with dearth.