Achilles


Despite your mother’s bold attempt to save you and make you impenetrable to 

That arrow 

Of youth 

Of age 

Of death 

Sting

Stung

Stringy, inflamed and swollen like the tidal river mouth 

And even these back streets 

These Georgian streets 

They 

Ache 

Achilles 

Ache 

For the life that could not bear you

Ache 

Achilles 

Ache 

For the dreams that did not sustain you 

Ache 

Achilles 

Ache

For the mistakes that tried to tame you 

Ache 

Achilles 

Ache 

For all the woven words that claimed you 

And the life to come that blames you

Ache 

Achilles 

Ache 

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