No Matter What You May Have Heard

No Matter What You May Have Heard

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

'Alternate working Title was "So Says Cassandra" but opted for this one


No matter what you may have heard, how vile

my unrequited beaus made me out to be:

the truth, always more than they could see,

was spun from cloth so pure, only the most fertile

of minds would conceive the visions I bled.

Those wile Greeks, born of tragedy, threw stones,

from ripples read their heroes into history:

though truth was never what they found in misery,

Apollo's w****s churned my words like cyclones,

pimped Clytemnestra avenger of the dead--

since war is never wrong, dear boys must pretend

the folly of a sharpened blade can only mean

the vagaries of battle are never clean--

some harlot lies at the heart of their poor end--

a witch unfaithful to her wedding's bed.

Helen, Messalina, the saintly Joan,

staked for manly crimes, no tear was shed;

Desdemona, Marie, Ms. Hari vilely murdered,

stripped of womanhood--what brute was heard to moan?

No matter, my heart was never quite so cold.

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

© 2022 Ken e Bujold

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Added on September 27, 2022
Last Updated on September 27, 2022


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