Lykeios

Todd Jackson

In Your Honor

Who,
but the God who strikes dead
shall be Physician?
Who, but He who strikes the living down
shall be most beautiful?
Who, other than He whose name recalls Destroyer
Shall be fit to battle with the Furies?
Who else, God of prophecy,
But the very God who draws the bow?
His Sister, and closest blood, the Huntress.
His Son, who would revive the slain.
So that when the God and Eros contest before Daphne
That is Love- and Death-contesting.
Yes. And poetry.
No wonder that He shines so.
The road is swallowed in the dark.
The crows are awake, and shouting.