Father’s Day

By | 1 December 2009

Stop wheels
Hector's hurting
Priam cries
Dusty from playing in the yard Hector

Astyanax wails
Faint Andromache
Hecuba lactates

On Hecuba's weeping breasts
Rest Priam's drooping cheeks

Whose guts
Garland the dogs of Troy
Not Patroclus'

Intact elevated
Body feted
A high friendship keeps you
In good stead

Your funeral games over now
Release Achilles Release Hector

A man who grieves for a boy
Must have a soft spot
A man Hephaestus shields
Must be made of flesh

His heels I'll cuff with my wrists
His knuckles I'll press my lips

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