Patroklus
Love moves the sea. Love moves the thunder, sails
And storms. Loves moves the ancient Greeks to Troy.
At least that’s what the poets tell us. Nails
Go into God’s own palms to cause the joy
Of never ending love. At least that’s what
The prophets say. The truest books say love.
The truest books say love—but then they shut
Their jewelled covers. Love will never shove
Except inside the inner walls of chest
And heart. If Hector kills your man, your rage
Will set your ribs on fire. Your raging will arrest
Your lungs and put them in a roaring cage.
..Love strikes. It paralyzes you with hate.
….Love clamps the heart with unforgiving weight.