Into the west
Windows like Agamemnon's eyeslits
snake under the pink that launched a thousand ships
into the civil war that water has always fought
over blood that sinks slowly into the west.
Fool and murderer. You think your towers
will stand much longer than waves?
The ocean will rush into your sockets
and spark blue murder through the nerves
that you call home. There's always an opening
eh, Achilles? You won stars and story
but not the teller - was there another place
where Thetis held you? Your flaw was godblood;
you were destined to make your splash,
while we struggled with the sea; but your line
keeps breeding, though you don't mean us to hear
we hear you say at any cost
I'll take my place in history.
[This message has been edited by Alexander Grace (edited March 21, 2005).]
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