Suppose you didn't hear that Bill
Coggers died last night.
Is that right? Just talked to him
yesterday.
I asked, 'Do you still have that old
flintlock?'
He'd told me it was from Napoleon's
time.
Now how would he know a thing like
that?
Better to die an
old man in your own village
Than to fall
fighting in battle.
His comrades
protest:
Achilles, you will
lose your soul,
You will turn our
world upside down
Believing this!
Still, he tells
them, better to lie down at home
Than be slain as a
king robbed of spoil.
How old was Bill, about 50?
He showed me an old coin once.
'I paid a hundred dollars for that.'
Then he says,
'Do you think it's worth it?'
I said, The way I look at it, Bill,
If it's worth it to you,
It's worth it.
Odysseus rages
back:
To live upright you
have to shake the fist,
Plunder villages,
Take the sword!
Better to wage war
far from home
Than live in peace,
with just one piece of gold.
Gold coins surround
like sand the man who takes a city.
Old Bill.
Used to work in that factory,
remember?
Could hold a janitor job at least.
He lost it, remember,
Took his flintlock to work.
They saw it in his car and fired
him.
Probably just looking for an excuse.
Big heart, though.
Used to let school kids hold his
rifles.
You couldn't help liking Bill.
To be feared for
your sword and bow
Makes the love of
one woman sweeter,
Binds her loyalty.
Like an idiot boy
breaking open a wasps' nest
Is the man who
breaks that truth.
Didn't our king
sacrifice his own daughter
To gain fair winds
to Troy?
To the field, to
the field, before the bed!
Bert Doty felt sorry for him,
Knew he didn't mean anything by that
gun.
So he paid Bill to drive him to a
restaurant now and then.
Bill didn't mind just waiting.
At least no one thought he minded.
So that was it? Just last night you
say?
Just last night. Just heard about
it. Found him in a field face down.
Old Bill. Never did much,
But wouldn't hurt a fly. Want to grab
a coffee?
No, Jane's waiting at home.
I am the man of
twists and turnings
Who outwits the
gods
Seduces princesses
Entrances with my
tales.
For what is a man
without a great story?
More useless than a
rusting sword.
Forever they will
sing of Odysseus,
Who held the world
upright
Fighting to his
death.
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