OR CONVERSELY, IF HOMER HAD
WRITTEN DONALD TRUMP
Sorry to say,
your text, though
possibly exceeding all
expectations
could not ascend to
the the whiter than reality
of driven snow
let him
be insufferable, insist
on correction, extractions
with a sharpie
(thing he wields as if
Achilles’ great spear)
meanwhile the critics
seem majorly underwhelmed
by what
the script has
shown them
believe Aesop, Aristophanes
might have contrived
a more believable plot.
meanwhile the great sagas
of your contributions
at Troy
are filtering through,
crossing the seas
to spite
Poseidon
of your
great fraternal connection
and military alliance
with the Cyclops
Polyphemus
your insistence
that the horse of infiltration
be
aircraft-
carriet large
already whispers of
these epic
achievements
reaching
the ears of young Penelope
(in our
rendition old
enough to
be your daughter)
every day
down
at the harbour
here in Ithaca
dreaming of, longing for,
dreading
your return
making her sacrifices
to Aphrodite
has a (had to have a)
secret life she daren’t (under
any circumstances)
tell you about.