The True Judgement Of Paris - Poem by Mark Sauer
Truth? I gave Athena the golden fruit.
Aphrodite's lust and Hera's power
Did not tempt me. The Horse was never built,
Nor was Helen raped, nor burnt the tower.
Troy stood for ages, ‘til they all just left
From boredom and it shrank to a village.
Priam died in bed; Achilles, bereft,
In a wine cup. Hector in his dotage
Was a laughing-stock, and Penelope,
The slut, often betrayed her dim husband.
I know nothing of Cyclops or Circe;
The blind liar simply invented them.
I chose Wisdom that day, so well know it-
They are just fools, who believe a poet.
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