Patroclus,
My love, how was I to know
that they would make a myth of us?
Did we not die? Are we not dead?
Are your bones not my bones?
Before the war,
Before we had to
kiss Troy out of each other's
teeth, we were a paradise.
You were the only one I kneeled
before.
You made the warrior in me tired.
They write about your death.
How I sliced through countless
men trying to build a
monument to the monster
I was after your body
blazed before me.
I can tell you now that
I begged for the arrow.
Welcomed it.
My last wish was to
sleep beside you in our tent.
To hide you so well in the afterlife
that no God could take you
away from me again.
My quiet love was yours from the beginning.
I call my ankles by your name.
When mother dipped me in the river,
she was introducing us.
- Achillies
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Achillies,
On the night of my death,
your despair was so loud
that I could hear it
clawing through the earth to find me.
All the men screaming, begging,
still could not drown out
the wailing of your hands
I once held your soldier heart
between my war teeth, shook it
like a dog with a bone until
it knew the fear of good love
Do you remember?
I wore your armor just to know
what it meant to be inside of you.
I will dream of kissing your ankles again,
of pulling the weeping arrow out of you
and cutting through the earth
so we may walk among it
My love. My life.
what I would give to be
the only pile of ashes here.
what I would give to be
a sleeping body beside you.
-Patroclus
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The Silent
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