She picked up his gift in a desultory fashion
Thumbing through the lines of text
Trying to fathom why he thought it important
Weighing up if it was about sex.
The snakes licked Cassandra’s ears and she foretold the future
But destruction of Troy beggared belief
She lived long enough to crack their composure
That she was beautiful, intelligent but gently insane
The irony of predicting death while being unconvincing
Lead to a remaining lifetime of pain.
The book was a puzzle, why was it given –
She already knew the legend of old –
A comment about the human condition?
Or oppression and censorship, leaving her cold?
A woman disbelieved is rapidly silenced
Her insights overlooked, her madness unleashed
She rails against the norm, the accepted
Until she retreats, defeated, stilled by violence.