III. clay feet
the metal nightingales
chirp their heralding serenatas
realizing every lucid daydream
and smelting away every plastic
contingency
to part the molten
gold in Your eyes
is to tempt Fate
but you are Achilles
and i am your patroclus
i will lay down my pride, my life,
every ounce of my being
for You
You shall sit atop pedestals
adorned with bas relief acanthus
conquest and compassion
life and death
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
i will exalt You and Your pride
and wash Your clay feet
You are my first musing
in the morning
and final contemplation
at night
twice and three years
of abstinence
make my body whole and clean
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 11:55 PM UTC
III. clay feet
the metal nightingales
chirp their heralding serenatas
realizing every lucid daydream
and smelting away every plastic
contingency
to part the molten
gold in Your eyes
is to tempt Fate
but you are Achilles
and i am your patroclus
i will lay down my pride, my life,
every ounce of my being
for You
You shall sit atop pedestals
adorned with bas relief acanthus
conquest and compassion
life and death
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
i will exalt You and Your pride
and wash Your clay feet
You are my first musing
in the morning
and final contemplation
at night
twice and three years
of abstinence
make my body whole and clean
to the heroes, of antiquity and of today: we know only mortality and glory, and i fear for his naivete.
~ILIAD~
this series, inspired by the greek epic of the same name attributed to homer and madeline miller's "song of achilles", is a narrative of my life, short as it may be. i [attempt] to explore everything from race to sexuality, to friendships and reconciliation. i hope you take something from this. you can read in whichever order you like, as a series or as standalones.
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