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THE DEATH OF PATROCLUS war poem in Genghis Lotus Poetry Collection, a selection of poems free to read online. The Genghis Lotus poems are hosted at two locations, genghislotus.com and zenvirus.com/genghis-lotus/. Webmaster for both sites is poet Hugh Cook, born in Britain, educated in New Zealand, and the author of, amongst other works, the fantasy series Chronicles of an Age of Darkness.
Patroclus, Achilles and Hector were heroes who fought in the Trojan War, Patroclus and Achilles on the side of the Greeks and Hector on the side of the Trojans. In an age long before the invention of the machinegun, the hero was the ultimate weapon. So, when the superhero Achiles refused to fight, this was a disaster for the Greeks. In the aftermath of an argument, Achilles sat sulking in his tent. Patroclus, seeking to remedy the situation, begged a loan of the arms and armor of Achilles. Thus accoutred, he went forth to battle, hoping that the Trojans would believe that Achilles had rejoined the fray. On the battlefield, Patroclus encountered Hector, and Hector accomplished the death of Patroclus. There is a tradition which says that Patroclus and Achilles were lovers, and certainly, in his grief at the death of Patroclus, Achilles approached, or even stepped over, the borders of sanity. |
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Now it is noon.
At apogee of light, defined by sun, Patroclus finds his own apotheosis. He is man no longer — bronze. And Hector likewise — a rumor in the dust. Patroclus hunts. A warrior of the sun, he hunts his shadow. The moons of his fingers, the skin of his thumbs. His kidneys sucked by the heat. Joint by joint, concatenating bones Make cause compel effect, despite the gripe Which cramps the calf and crabs within the thigh. Sinovial fluid flows: his gait A lubricated stagger as he steps From swing of hip, from swing — Earth jolts beneath his foot, and sways, and then sustains. The plain of Troy has melted: in the blood's black heat Floats on a buckle-twist of air, a warp Of fluctuating heat made living vision. Now the sun sweats dry. Patroclus burns. Clatter by clatter, the shouts Scream frog amidst the chariots. Maimed by heat, Patroclus shuns and sheds, And bronze goes reeling. The helm of Achilles Falls to the hoofbeat thunder, Rolls to the fouling of blood and dust. Gaffed by the sun, Patroclus Kicks on a hook, and shudders. His eyes are blind: his mind A great fish breaching. Struck by a god, Patroclus reels, And seeks his footing in a chorus-cry of gulls: The wheeling voices of the toppling sea, Their discord shrill as arrows in their fall. Doomed down to his shadow, Patroclus falls, Falls in the roar of the toppling world As Hector steps and drives, As Hector drives his spear to kill, To take beneath the ribs and drive, To drive the great bronze blade To the heartbeat's stagger, home. And the reeling gulls Pull back, pull back and wing. Pull back to the wind's mock, to the heights Where Ida answers Samothrace And shuns the battle. White wings whipped to the sea's scud. The North Aegean foaming on the shore. |
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