The Truth
The ancient Greeks are there. They do not hide
The truth about themselves like holy priests
Of papal Rome. The Greeks adored male pride
And loathed it. They were not pure logic’s beasts:
They gloried in their contradictions, found
Them, not the least distressing. If a man
Became a traitor or could drag around
Another warrior there behind hate’s van,
The ancients loved him for his evil—or
His greatness just so long as it was grown
In masculinity. The man could whore
Around. What mattered was testosterone.
..A man could be straightforward or be sly.
….His triumph was the point, through truth or lie.