Epitaphs, for Epic
by Brian Culhane
Aeneas shouldered his father and then took
Troy with him in a final backward look.
Penelope raveled and raveled thread
Before repairing to her marriage bed.
Armor bravely worn without condign skill:
Myrmidons wept until they paused to kill.
Byzantium enchanted William Yeats
As civil war tore down ancestral gates.
Freud’s coign of vantage was Ego and Id;
Not for him the bright lances of El Cid.
Better some farmer up there than here a god—
Or so Achilles gestured under sod.
Published on January 20, 2011