Wretchedness is a sacred thing. ~ Seneca
We miss the point unless we see that pain
Is holy to the Odyssey and to
The Iliad. The deepest holy vein
That runs right through them is the shouting clue
As loud as shrieking over loveless death.
Too late to yell when Patroklus is dead,
Too late to waste the crew’s exhausted breath
When Scylla has turned to screeching blood and shred
Your hero friends, you swallow agony
And let it cut like fathomless’s streams
Inside your soul. Or else you suck a sea
Of brimstone as you swallow brave men’s screams.
..When sacred means taboo, you know you dare
….Not write a poem lacking Homer’s glare.