Pallas Athena

 Like the mighty titan, Pallas, distracted

By Zeus’ thunderous clap,

You, my Athena,

With your blazing grey eyes,

Have left me slain.

 

Your playful spear,

So sharp, so brilliant,

Forged in Olympian fire,

And thrust in jest,

Met little resistance

As it slid through my heart.

 

There I fell,

To your cries of lament,

In the puddle of my life

Without a drop on your divine hands.

***

(Minneapolis, MN -- June, 2018)

Just like the previous poem, this is also a product reading the Iliad. I don't think these poems are terrible, but the tone and imagery just isn't in line with what's hot these days.