Cassandra

If she is gold then I am silver, 
if she is water drunk to quench 

an abiding thirst, then I am air
expelled after a heated quarrel; 

if she launches ten-thousand ships 
then I spurn the sun-god and buy

his wrath; no one believes anything 
I say, yet I see all; everyone is blinded 

by her beauty and deaf to my truths; 
she brings shame to my father, death 

to my brother – that horse will shit men
and my home and country will burn 

tomorrow because of her and still, 
I will be remembered for my failings.

So, yet another day, yet another girl, another American sonnet -- I was having

a particularly hard time getting my daughter(s) to listen this morning and

it made me think of Cassandra....