A Humorous Poem Based on Homer’s Iliad
Achilles The Machine
glares at King Agamemnon.
His strength is unbeatable,
A hot taste of hate, the angry Achilles, cannot let go,
Achilles, the indomitable, will fall.
A God and a mortal dare to challenge me.
“In word or deed.” Achilles poses.
His body was like a roaring engine, ready for battle.
His mind says. “I will kill him. Let the war be made.”
His hands become fists.
I hate the sight of you. I hate it more.
Lord of all voices, you are a god.
Your voice reeks of death. King Agamemnon!
You Enslaver of men and creator of soldiers, weak or strong, simple or wise,
All my fellow men have died in battle.
To kill your nation with this,
His fist clench—
“then brace yourself to die.”
—his foot braces—
“Kingship who never yet felt death.”
Into the war we go or keep each one in it.
If you raise it in your hands,
You are not our King. a weak intellectual you are.
“Death…”
Soldiers”.
Helen, too young, in her vows of marriage.
But each word vowed in the name of the Gods.
Alaina Gaffney
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