Ama Kit Xmas Gift - 12_2020

Patroclus and the Girl with A Pearl Earring
You had thoughts of Patroclus
as your heels hit,
went click... click… click… on the Met
floor. It, grief, had bit
you, its maw gripping across your
stomach, its claws sinking
into your back, spears nipping
skin which Apollo
saw fit to shuck of its armorrip...
rip… rip… goes flesh.
In that moment, the god-like
man did not know he
was finished. Caught up in war
he fought on, confused
‘til Hector wrought his
end soon after. Almost close was
you, heels clicking
as you thought of Patroclus.
Of course the girl looked like him,
eyes on the brink of
distraught. Jaw inched to barely
ajar. A silver
pearl earring. Wrapped in soft cloth
that was like the cotton
underclothes ​b​rought to​ b​attle
b​eneath armor. Just
like Patroclus, her war had
been for nought. Just like
Patroclus, her face tilted,
not believing that
her helmet, her breastplate, gifts
that should have begot
victory, were gone. Just like
you, she faced her fall.
You had thoughts of Patroclus
and of a girl with