Think of a raked sky-wide Venetian blind.
Add the receding traction of its slats

Of its slats of its slats as a hand draws it up.
Hear the Greek army getting to its feet.

Then of a stadium when many boards are raised
And many faces change to one vast face.
So, where there were so many masks,
Now one Greek mask glittered from strip to ridge.
—All Day Permanent Red