Iliad (3.8.2020)

I now hold a closed book

Not wanting it to be opened ever again

Not because of something in particular

But the feeling

that I already know it well enough

Because I lived it

as well as Patroclus

And Achilles did.

The hindrances

The war and the love

Just in a different time

And in a different shape

I could never had this feeling however

If one man had never loved another man

You, my Patroclus

My forever lost and last love

An ancient love

An impossible love

that kisses me while I sleep

When I am half-dead and I can see you both

You, my half-god, brilliant and golden Achilles

The first stubborn man

The first childish man

Egoic man, selfish and divine

You wanted glory and love

And you thought you could have both

But don't you know Fate won't let you?

The way I called you both "mine" and "I"

This was a lie, for you were not mine

Nor you were I, and Gods gave you

The task of telling this concealed told

Your told, your private told, the first personal epic told

As for me, I am only a son of your story

A poor son, not the brightest one

But I look at you and you are both present somehow

And this is Iliad but what's the purpose of this story

If it is not a glorious story as the ones

about great wars and great warriors?

This is a story about a great war and a great warrior

It is not

There is no moral in it, no hero but Hector

But this poem isn't about Hector, it is about you two

My dear men, my Phtians, my prince

and my wartime, my lifetime companion

My soldiers and again my dear beloved men

Iliad - this story is the first love story

And also the first story to tell

A man can love another man

So what could I do but love you?

What can I say that could be too deep

Than what you did, my blinded blond hero

Achilles

Love can drag a dead man 3 times around a city

Love can destroy a hero's face

Love can deshonour a memory of the best warrior of Troy

Love can refuse to return a body and bring an old father to his knees

Countering humans civility, defying the wrath of the gods

Spitting on glory and yet glorified

Achilles

This is your stubbornly act of pain and revenge

That is not to be claimed by the Greek People

But by Love

And by the lover only