Achilles’ Rising
The 3rd poem in the series exploring the theme of “This Is”
Achilles’ Rising
There can be no unknowing of this is
Since this is that that must be is.
Scavengers of is are we;
In dust and ash scrabbling to see
Which eye can pivot past the are
Of is, the planes of is, higher
Past the quarks promising bright to be’s,
Unaware our life, its short lease,
Cannot flower until the syntax has been stilled,
The mines separating was, will and is are killed.
Then, only then, will is be is,
And was feed is, and is be will;
Only then can we begin to bloom,
Far from our dead gods, their tall tombs
Shrined with aborted futilities.
Before us, there, the high walls of Troy loom.
© Bhi 2021
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we meet our destiny when we see the high walls of Troy, so why not Is too? or anti-is.
I had a problem here with English, but I doubt a google translation into Greek would help me.
no unknown words for me but very difficult to formulate a meaning.
As the Dai Lama would have said, and this was going to be the next poem:
Yesterday I was,
Today I, still, am was,
Can be no more than I was
While this is of mine
is striped by the will of them;
But Inside I am that which must be
Untouched;
That none can deny.