Even when they buried you
on the island of Skyros, beside
the wine-dark sea, and compared
you to Byron, and wide and far
in the Empire children read
that poem, sorry was your lot;
you had the fame of Paris,
but Helen you didn't embrace;
and all those ships that sailed to war -
they sailed to the command
of other men, who would die
of old age in their own beds,
and your life and memory
theirs to spend.
16.03.2023
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