Trigger Warnings: Death, War.
As part of my Flash Fiction Series, I further explore the theme of mortality – in this poem I ask if the greek gods envy mortals because of their mortality?
“The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.” – Homer’s Iliad
Feet rooted in the earth, almost interred,
whilst their years speed on, un-erred.
Omniscient voices forever calling.
The reaper’s bony fingers grasping.
All around, the writhing, bleeding population,
their bodies filling the vapid desolation.
Pallid faces, vorpal swords humming.
The salted copper stench of the crimson river running.
Their ashen eyes look up, hearts swell with pride,
as bodies fall and crash like a stormy tide,
souls fleeing below in their final breath.
That great glory in man’s noble death.
The sun burns them in a jealous rage.
Oh Sky, are you imprisoned in a timeless cage?
The stormy sea, tinged green with envy.
The howling wind; desiring mortality.
Their tombs are dug, the pyres laid,
great warriors marching out, unafraid.
Gleaming gladioli, fragile in bloom,
gaze into icy depths of doom.
But weep not for the Swift Footed or the Glorious,
at their looming end, the damned are victorious.