Trojan War

Trojan War As I sweep the floor I find little pieces of you. Reminding me of you. That you were once here. Living in our house. Being part of my life. Now you're gone. I know where. I sweep the floor. Cleaning up. Ridding my house of your presence. When the last piece of you is swept away, I'm free. Free of you forever. There go your severed fingers. Followed by strands of your golden hair. One of your eyes tries to roll free. Got it! It all goes into my dustpan. Then down the toilet, to be cleansed by water. I look forward to that bit. Ridding this place of you. Your influence fantastically finished. I feel rapturous. I shout and dance with joy. I've done it! Got rid of you. I'm not saying how I parted you to pieces. Magic? The last bit of you is brushed up, your small button nose. Down the toilet you fall. Flush goes the life saving water. Goodbye dear sister. I knew you wanted to do this to me. Now nobody will know of what we did. Of your pregnancy. I cleansed the baby too. It was inside you as you fell. It won't cleanse me in twenty years, if you failed. You see, I'm a warrior and Troy must fall. I must have my war. I refuse to be lazy and fat. Like the Greek elders. Maybe I'll kill them next. I loathe them and their tampering actions. Some things are sacred. Just like you once were. Goodbye dear sister, best friend and dear lover. I've a city to burn.