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

Philosophy

Of Self

Confrontation

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.

Pro Knossos.’