Playing at Aeneas
By Carl Laamanen
“Love, you tyrant! To what extremes won’t you compel our hearts?”-The Aeneid
Am I anything other than
A mortal man?
Did you expect more
From me?
I was lost and confused
Life was misery
I took the only chance I had
And it was you
My passion, fanned into flame
Your kisses so tender and sweet
Our marriage bed, at least in name
Your touch was more than I could resist
But I am meant for more
Than just your love
You gave up everything
And I took it all
Your name, your reputation
Sullied by my saccharine whispers
I drew you in
But you let me
Now I must leave
I’ve had my fling
The gods beckon me
To take my place as king
Can you blame me?
Husband of a jealous lover
Or king of man’s pinnacle?
As I sail out to sea
I look back once more
Unknowing that as I once ravished you
Now a blade has done the same
My hands clasped around that hilt
For it was I that brought you to it
Dear Dido, my bride
Has my sin hurt you that much?
Oh Christ, my Lord
Do I kill you afresh everyday?
Carl Laamanen