Talos* Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Teenager Patrikios liked the Trojan horse,
but he admired Talos* the machine-guard
made of copper, with a nail that held
the ichor, from his ankle to his neck.

Three times a day together they threw rocks,
that’s why foreign triremes were afraid of Crete.

It's high time that we invite Talos in Cyprus
(Jupiter falls asleep, Europe is upset) .
Let him come to write the Justice in plates
to crush on his chest the illegal conqueror
before he causes wounds on Aphrodite’s body
rendering the world ugly in an incurable way.

When time comes for Talos to breathe his last,
Patrikios will call both Dioskouroi to come and
the three of them shall keep his ichor active.


© JosephJosephides