unnamed poetry #1
Mar. 10th, 2024 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
periferalWhat does your grief mean, Achilles,
If it cannot bring him back?
What is your purpose in these games,
In the vengeance you wreck upon Hector's body,
In the razing of a city you will not see burn?
Soon your bones will commingle with his in the hot dust of Troy
As your countrymen's curved ships leave the shore.
All this because you cannot touch him,
Or hear him sing.
It is his voice Hector stole from you.
If it cannot bring him back?
What is your purpose in these games,
In the vengeance you wreck upon Hector's body,
In the razing of a city you will not see burn?
Soon your bones will commingle with his in the hot dust of Troy
As your countrymen's curved ships leave the shore.
All this because you cannot touch him,
Or hear him sing.
It is his voice Hector stole from you.
