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In Memoriam

In Memoriam,

Where is the face that launched a thousand ships?

Girls of the age of the waves are named after her

Helen, whose Sparta is now a mundane village

No one breathes in her mythical sillage

No one grabs her golden belt above the hips.

 

Where is lithe Hermes and his winged sandals?

Women of today wear him daily on their necklaced throne

Around the neck and the perfume, a scarf is thrown

Do you know of this French house creating scandals?

 

Does Apollo know he has been sent into space

In an intricate horse of iron called eleven

Here’s hoping he saws the strings of Lyra

He, bringing poetry and Letters to grace.

 

What about the boastful Paris and his pride?

Cursed by Aphrodite and Helen’s eloper

What would he know of the City of Lights

Paris, paradise of lovers reaching new heights…

 

And what to say of fair Spartan Hermione

The incarnated actor making much more money

From Hermione to Emma but none of the myth

Both had to fortunately grit their teeth…

 

Ajax the Lesser who forced himself on Cassandra

Still tears your household and floor asunder

Warrior whose name now scrubs the dust

Off nowadays lame palaces, bound to rust…

 

Homer, father of the epic poem of Greece

You should hide under your sheep’s fleece

What would you say to the yellowish Cyclops

Benighted idiot, pondering on doughnuts!

Lyon, March 2- March 4, 2017

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