Ode to Junko, whereabouts of heart

the pure Erinyes of hell demand,
the whereabouts of sooth-slaked human hearts,
unbroken, in earth, whereto the imperishable blue day extends?
under earth to be buried were the moaned sighs, 
of charioted living, dead, and ambling things to come at the end.
though the Zeus' sky was one, bright once,
not so, the sky-clad creatures of moon-litten earth.