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The Shock of War & All Those Bodies Effed [Dead
metaphor now zombifying] up, strewn [by titanium or bronze, macht
nichts] across a beach not Normandy’s, at city not Da Nang, near river
not Kabul or Euphrates. Skewered & bepooled—by whom? Theory
some like best for the second telling: ol’ Iliad-Homer’s nephew, son,
apprentice, gunning to out-bard him. Less geardo Achilles. More ways
to die. Less battle-natter. More survivor guilt. It’s Hermes, not dewy Iris,
sent Kalypso-ward to swing his tricky phallus. Whole voyage & abattoir
return the kind of re-do no nation gets. Not the Achaeans. Not [forget
Aeneas, that fobbit asshole] dreamy raped & slaughtered Troy. Not ours. 