Ode to the Illiad

Ode to the Illiad

ten years we have laid seige to Troy,
perhaps in this time Helen’s fair
beauty has faded like a rose
what was never clear
to me was what
she felt for
Paris,
as she was
just a pawn
in Aphrodites’ game
in which Athena lost
beauty over knowledge
something’s never change
I would have chosen Athena
for sure but then who asked me
the fight was never over Helen but
rather over male pride again I say some
things never change; I wonder what those
soldiers in the wooden horse’s belly had to eat
that night before they released their fury on the
Trojans who evacuated to Etruria as we learn from
the Aneid, poor Helen whose beauty is to me like those
Nicean barks of yore which bore the weary wayworn warrior
to his native shore, will we ever know whom she really loved
in her heart, thy beauty is to me like the Glory that was Greece,
and the Grandeur that was Rome quothe poor Edgar never more
and I landed on the Isle of Circe to be turned into a swine in my
old age when love gave way to lust like a rope bridge collapsing
beneath my feet that last bastion of innocense was gone
along with the innocense of youth I was humbled
damn you Aphrodite the mighty power of love
I can hear you and Cupid giggling in the
cloud cover up above for all the
mischief you have made
down through the
ages pagan
all the
same

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