Johnny Flynn - The Triumph of Hellenism (poem)

It was a busy year for death She crept about the palace. And we had poor defence And she had little malice A gentle touch put here - A sad and curt embrace. A wooden kiss enough To put them in their place. And where my father went Is not now common knowledge; The inventory was lent To some old Cambridge college. I had little faith then, Nothing spoke to me. When what you see is Gospel, The Gospel isn’t free. And Krishna’s conch is sunk, The lotus not in bloom, Solomon’s song unsung And pr