Hermes

the shoes were gold

with wings

that levitated from the heel. 

And the heels 

were soaked with blood

for Hermes must pay for his gift. 

For some of his messages had no

receivers-

and were only that of generalizations-

so he must cry for the lonely soul

and bleed for their penance. 

And he must bleed for his power

bleed for his speed

and so he will blister

for all those in need. 

Hermes will guide home

travelers and thieves

but forget about me

the one who grieves. 

Do I want to go home?

If only I knew the way. 

For they say I am home-

but I feel so far away. 

So maybe if I-

had winged shoes

I could find my way back.

I would bleed a thousand rivers

of blood

if i meant i could go back

before the flood.