Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

Second Trojan poem


She was so proud and clever, but the curse
took cleverness away. Just keeping track
of when she was, and always going back
over the major bits. She would rehearse

her rape, her death, the horse, her father's death,
over and over. Get the order right
tick off each days events each wakeful night
each stomach upset, sneeze, shortness of breath

Knowing that she would know it rabbit fur
no help before they told her. Carved in stone
each second, and she'd witness them alone
except for all the other times of her

that saw them unbelieving. Her sole friend
the death that put recursions to an end.
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