Nonbeliever He used to laugh at the idea of “just some chick, fuckin’ Helen,” inciting war—until for himself he confronted a beauty choking enough for him, a man yet to see her in the flesh, to weep for all those whose love across her life she ends up refusing.
*This poem is unpublished (still very hot from the loins).
Sculpture: “Helen of Troy,” by Antonio Canova