Mycenae Lookout

The ox is on my tongue

Aeschylus, Agamemnon

2. Cassandra

No such thing

as innocent 

bystanding.

Her soiled vest,

her little breasts,

her clipped, devast-

ated, scabbed

punk head,

the char-eyed

famine gawk -

she looked

camp-fucked

and simple.

People

could feel

a missed

trueness in them

focus,

a homecoming

in her dropped-wing,

half-calculating

bewilderment.

No such thing

as innocent.

Old King Cock-

of-the-Walk

was back,

King Kill-

the-Child-

and-Take-

What Comes,

King Agamem-

non's drum-

balled, old buck's

stride was back.

And then her Greek

words came,

a lamb

at lambing time,

bleat of clair-

voyant dread,

the gene-hammer

and tread

of the roused god.

And a result-

ant shock desire

in bystanders

to do it to her

there and then.

Little rent 

cunt of their guilt:

in she went 

to the knife,

to the killer wife,

to the net over 

her and her slaver,

the Troy reaver,

saying, 'A wipe

of the sponge

that's it.

The shadow-hinge

swings unpredict-

ably and the light's

blanked out.'

Seamus Heaney, 'Mycenae Lookout', The Spirit Level, Faber & Faber, 1996.