By Andrew Flaherty
Achilles you run and run like a river
Never remembering to embrace your pain
You are strength and weakness
The arrow to the bow entwined.
Achilles your face is stone
Your body sculpted like marble
But your cord weak
Where your mother Thetis
The sea nymph
Dipped you in the river Styx.
Achilles your armor cannot hold
What your mother held
Your Achilles heal will surrender you.
If only you had looked beyond
You might have seen the gift
The paradox of weakness living
Inside your chest like the
Men hidden in the Trojan horse
Ah, Achilles
What a gift
You have given me.
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