Saint George the Dragon by Michael Nikoletseas

We too stood
At the crossroads chapel
Of Saint George killing the
dragon

Dumb night our eyes
Friend
Mine to the north
Yours to the south

And the stone

Oh stranger, tell the
Spartans Leonidas fell alone

In the tavernas men eat
mushrooms in stealth
Women at home
Their pants off before the icons
Dress
Saint George the Dragon