Have I not reason to sing in joy
When Freya wears a goatee of baby food
The tabletop an action painting

How tempting to forswear joy forever
Contemplating the lamentable wickedness
The cruelty of neighbor upon neighbor

To punish oneself for sins universal
As if it were possible to preempt a feeling
And anyway nobody deserves to suffer

Even the parents laughed when the
Helmet of Hector afrighted Astyanax
Dulce et decorum for babe to cry at the bellicose plume

But Hector himself must face the fateful demigod
Mother must die child must die
Towering Troy must burn

Grieve for the past mutilated and slain
Grieve for the present for the frightful future
But rejoice for the child the dispenser of blessings