Achilles No More

i understand you, Achilles,
brooding like a spoiled child…
stubborn, proud, unyielding
in the face of divine capriciousness /
i understand your reticence
to play any part in the farce
of this miserable game
that we philosophers call
the human condition /
let the gods take everything from you—
your love, your wealth, even your pride—
you will not budge,
though the world may tumble
from its very foundation
and humanity burn
in blazing inferno /
you will not yield
and your encrusted heart
will not be softened by pleas or laments.

the gods may laugh at the sorrow
that they inflict on
mere mortals like yourself,
but they tremble at the thought
of your intransient resolve/
you will die, my poor friend,
and be swept into eternal oblivion,
just as cruel fate has foreseen—
a horrible, ugly, untimely death /
but the gods will die with you,
for they cannot endure in a world
where men like you,
brave Achilles,
through the sheer force of will,
transform themselves
into their own supreme beings,
scorning all laws or powers
greater than those contained
within their own proud hearts /

you die, Achilles,
and the gods die with you,
but the world goes on /
and because of your defiance
one more link
in the infinite chain
of obsequious servitude
has been removed
from the shackles
of enslaved humanity /