Neanderthal Messiah — 186
Crime Scene, Athens Night Market District | -IV
[Hippocrates emerges like a baby
From the night fog’s investigation.
They both knew well of each other -
One, the establishment’s medical doctor -
Of Science’ growing body of knowledge.
And the other
Sentenced to death for the
And subversion of the new military establishment.]
[Hippocrates believing his copper ankle cuffs
Would ward off inflammation, jangled green-tinged, corpulent.]
[Hippocrates was looking for evidence
While Sokrates was seeking a pattern.
Broken plates crinkled as they approached.]
[A wig, a garment tossed in the corner &
Tuition stoops to inspect it.]
[Sokrates:] ‘Old friend, I’ll presume
You’re representing the plaintiffs — what prognosis, Coroner?
[Hippocrates, deliverer, pain killer, unctioning sleeper:] ‘Yes, lieutenant -
The Parents - and you, you inform the Students.’
[Sokrates:] ‘I do.’
[Hippocrates:] ‘Infection, the Gaul’s Disease
A dead scion
Children of infanticide for generations
[The official report was amniotic drowning.]
To bring about this!…Philip woul…’ [Hippocrates catches himself.]
[Sokrates:] ‘Peace brother, we both serve the Truth.
But I have until sunset, in some 14 hours, before
My search is concluded.’
[Sokrates, continues:] ‘Marriage versus birth - status seem in play.’
[Hippocrates:] ‘Beware Sokrates, Leonidas himself
Is watching this proceeding expectedly.’
[Sokrates:] ‘Like a godfather?’
[Sybl, Oracle vestigal, entered the small party hall:] ‘I spoke his fate.’
[A light through the panes.]
[3 Graces, daughters of Dionysus, calling, beckoned Sybl outside.]
[Tuition, slave Police Chief rises, holding aloft:] ‘Minoan, a garment of Crete.