domingo, 20 de outubro de 2013

Mycenae Lookout

The ox is on my tongue

Aeschylus, Agamemnon

2. Cassandra

No such thing
as innocent 

Her soiled vest,
her little breasts,
her clipped, devast-

ated, scabbed
punk head,
the char-eyed

famine gawk -
she looked

and simple.
could feel

a missed
trueness in them

a homecoming
in her dropped-wing,

No such thing
as innocent.

Old King Cock-
was back,

King Kill-

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.

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