if the lord of metaphor doesn't mind
a little mythical muse in my mind:
i cannot be an agamemnon
i can only be an achilles
i can only be a hector
a litter of power and glitter
cannot possibly be the vector
name is perhaps the only desire
that outshine
the vanquished and the victor.
until an arrow strikes the heel
and invites vultures to take the leap
i am an arrow
shot from nothingness to nothingness
penetrating the maze and the gaze.
the crowns
tumble down
on lists
but the fists
of the lone warriors
whistle through the mists
of time.
the wanderer's tale meanders
on the map like a river
forever.