Dark Days
Book excerpt
Achilles—The Myrmidon Terror of Troy
Today, Achilles paints revenge upon the fleshy mask he adorns
His worn terrain peeks thoughtfully through the slivers of slippage,
Radiating a pugnacious incandescence, that feeds off the stinging air,
Itself lovingly bleeding life from the charcoal lungs of Patroclus
For as the crows scour King Priam’s gentle, affluent pastures… Squawking their death cry
Picking at the leftover riches of poverty-stricken soldiers’ skulls, that still bear bronze helmets
For the sun’s blazing reflection singes hopping black feathers
That desecrate courageous flesh, dismantling therein the golden sands of timelessness,
Before mortality
Stains the seas red; it snakes down Poseidon’s salty windpipe, leaving him drunk on
Mortal juice that froths with war
Hatred hugs the sides of the bobbing, creaking Archaean Biremes,
Staining, like wine and bread congealed stubbornly to the wooden plate.
Achilles’ fierce tongue has tasted King Agamemnon’s true heart
The taste soured!
Weeping, yearning and aching for Patroclus,
The enmity streaks through heartbroken veins
Racing headstrong as Xanthas and Balios,
The flow of poison flames within, burning for retribution against the mighty Hector
Fantasising Achilles dreams of Archaean steel swiftly carrying the Prince of Troy away
To the underworld in a glorious golden chariot of death,
Crafted and nurtured for the occasion by Athena herself
The war-cry trembles the very foundations of Olympus,
Toppling the gods from their cloudy thrones
Briseis begs for the fury to break, but
Myrmidon loyalty hungers—craves—for their master’s charge
But Achilles, Son of Peleus, fires them back…
This fight is his to be immortalised in the dust-filled grounds of Troy
Agamemnon smiles sweetly… Patroclus’ fall has saved this war!
Achilles and Hector dance the warriors dance
Each fanning their plumage in an ostentatious vanity and strength
Pirouetting, like crazed marionettes to the gods’ masterful puppeteers,
Before deciding Achilles is due his glory and immortality in the annals of history,
All for the impertinent wrongs against him done by wicked Agamemnon
With a flash of greaves and swift thrust of blade
Hector wilts in the glaring sun
His Trojan soul empties with a spewing of claret mortality that
Bubbles in the fine, dry soil…
Achilles stands proud and tall, his handsome face adored by the gods
Uniting in a Greek battle-cry that thunders the bloody air, consuming all of Troy.
Book Details
AUTHOR NAME: Chris Botragyi
BOOK TITLE: Dark Days
GENRE: Nonfiction
SUBGENRE: Poetry
PAGE COUNT: 104
IN THE BLOG: New Poetry Books
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