(Photograph by Tamsin Blaxter)

november thursday

ACHILLES TALKS ABOUT GRIEF 1
having been torn apart

fasting famished having set
great
dear
having died
having been torn up sharp
having turned feet

ACHILLES TALKS ABOUT GRIEF 2
now and indeed
because
and to honestly would
now indeed
at the same time as and
when
before and not in any way would down
neither nor
in
towards about
so not within
but and also and

ACHILLES TALKS ABOUT GRIEF 3
are lying overpowered
gave
encourage
would order to wage war

to prepare we repay

would go
lies
melt into tears are the objects of care

ACHILLES TALKS ABOUT GRIEF 4
they whom
Hector Priam’s son him Zeus glory
you meat I myself
sons of Achaeans
sun
supper shame
my own gullet
drink food of companion
who my hut bronze
front door comrades
my any way heart these things
murder blood agonised moaning of men

YES UNSPOOLING, a play IN THREE ACTS



Tamsin is a nb trans woman and poet based in Cambridge, UK. She writes poetry about outer space, environmental collapse, feelings, etc. You can find her online at www.icge.co.uk and on twitter @what_really_no

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