HAVING ALREADY INVENTED THE GREEKS

Nothing much left to talk about

beyond the iron law the hero

butchered on the battlefield pierced

through the tendons ankle-

to-heel no different now

an outcrop of cloud a sense of place

of carnage descending in parabolic loops

the warhorse drags the hero round

and thereby leaves the ill-starred

man-at-arms unsung.

Will the story never stop

to read our minds to mark our place

in the margins and set aside

the wayward gods clairvoyants made

a metaphor for who we are?

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