Because you won’t believe me I will speak
the truth. I woke up one morning and knew
that war would go on for ever, each side
claiming victory (only the merchants do well –
the procurers of flour, fish and flesh).
With one night’s pleasure Venus took my name
for a debt I cannot redeem. In Troy
there is nowhere to hide. Once, as a child,
I rolled a loom-weight down the stairs and watched
it smash on the final step. A hostage exchange –
that’s all it ever was. When I entered the Greek camp
the common soldiers pawed my skin, the lazars
begged with cop and clapper. Read me truly –
sister of the first casualty of war.
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