Achilles
His mother didn't dip him in the River
two fingers on his left ankle
but it made a good story.
He wasn't gay, but he loved his men.
Patroclus was best friend
Guilt drove him crazy, but it wasn't his end
He lived to fight in a war that was not his own
he went for renown, wisdom in combat overthrown
He didn't die there, ended by an arrow shot by
a former shepherd out of misplaced revenge.
It's all just myths anyway, she said giving me
a look.
Little does she know that she's speaking about
my father. Little does she realize that the truth
is often found hidden in these lies
that for my father, finding more than glory
would lead him to my mother's arms
out of the Illiad and into another man's story.
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