08-16-2016, 12:30 PM
Yet another political poem. But eh, the politics ain't very good, and it's been too long since I last wrote something metered, let alone a sonnet.
HERO'S BURIAL
When hubris flew him high into the dawn
then flung him from his horse, Bellerophon
and all his noble peers were stricken blind --
as Pegasus rose and fed on heaven's hay
in Zeus's house, in some forgotten cave
maggots consumed the crashed Corinthian's eyes.
Not even his bones were found and far revered,
nor his youthful combats rich relaid
in epics composed solely for his praise.
But History did not cry, for she kept
her watch upon the mortal's fateful fall,
and, hating her pride and knowing her place, she knew,
as every hero shapes his tale anew,
so he receives or rejects the Hero's burial.
http://www.rappler.com/nation/143007-lun...ero-burial
HERO'S BURIAL
When hubris flew him high into the dawn
then flung him from his horse, Bellerophon
and all his noble peers were stricken blind --
as Pegasus rose and fed on heaven's hay
in Zeus's house, in some forgotten cave
maggots consumed the crashed Corinthian's eyes.
Not even his bones were found and far revered,
nor his youthful combats rich relaid
in epics composed solely for his praise.
But History did not cry, for she kept
her watch upon the mortal's fateful fall,
and, hating her pride and knowing her place, she knew,
as every hero shapes his tale anew,
so he receives or rejects the Hero's burial.
http://www.rappler.com/nation/143007-lun...ero-burial