Some Little Thoughts

She had killed me for another,
Following my long decade at war.
She had killed me with a loving smile
For the dagger in the hand of Aegisthus
Was dulled, compared to my wife’s closed door.
I’ve sacrificed my daughter.
To calm the winds for the bireme:
With the life that I gave
I won the day and
I became Agamemnon, King of Mycenae! 

I heard the sound of the drums,
Beating in the distant hill;
I heard the blowing of the wind,
Of bronze swords, slicing Trojan flesh;
And of my life’s force of will.
I heard my heart, beat in cadence
As my time drew near.
For death was my shadowy companion,
Always close by … and my past life,
Became far from clear. 

I heard my brain remind me
Of the undone tasks at hand,
Of the youth that had left me,
Of the loves I had lost,
Of promises forgot when I was the Greek firebrand.
I heard my brain again remind me
Of the chances that had long gone,
As my world’s lost, but not quite forgotten,
And then the dagger found my breast:
End Agamemnon.