The Zero Suite (10)

All I want


is for every moment
of every day

to be constant bliss
for Zero

Astyanax cringing
from his daddy’s helmet

safe in his mother’s arms
Andromache

watching enslaved
as Achilles’ son

throws her baby off
the walls

if only I could wish away
fast cars on the road

trespassing neighbour cats
basements with tempting doors

shut after her
lead nailspoison baits

the loss of a furry friend
is the sack of Troy

by the Greeks



(2/9/22-8/4/23)

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This poem first appeared in a post entitled "Zero at the Bone" on my blog The Imaginary Museum on Sunday 23rd April, 2023:

Notes:

The reference to Andromache's baby Astyanax being frightened by his father Hector's plume is from Homer's Iliad [Bk 6, ll.466-502]. His death at the hands of Achilles' son Neoptolemus is reported in Euripides' Trojan Women [ll.719-25]. The last two lines are a paraphrase of the quote below:

Someone has said that the death of a mouse by cancer is the whole sack of Rome by the Goths

- Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier (1915)

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