Hector woke in Hades bleeding
badly from his belly bloated but a little
with his pleats in wild disorder.
The boatman clapped him on the shoulder.
That’s two you owe me pal he said
and punted back across the water.
The sand was soggy underfoot
for Dionysus had the chair
and all the bodies on the ground
were smiling at the lack of air
while all the rest were busy getting born
relentless free and fair.
Hector on his knees gobbled
fistfuls of the soil
giving names to all the tiny creatures hiding there
of cities soon to burn. Up bobbled
Eris on the mermaid tail that Thetis
struck her with and said it’s good of you to meet us
here but it’s getting overcrowded and the love
you bear is better spent on vengeance up above.
My wife and son? he groaned.
They’ll be waiting when you’re done.
Andi’s found a homeless farmer
and Astyanax a subtle gun.
Then Achilles stumbled over with a bottle
in each hand blowing bloody bubbles
through his grin and slipped a wink
to Eris. All those scared and jealous men
he said to Hector still won’t touch a kitchen sink.
They sit in terror chewing comfort
just to spew it out in blood and death
and piss soaked pages of stinking ink.
Any man can lend a hand
but he can never claim no land
so go and kill them where they stand
he said and handed him a drink.