(for Haley Amador)
“Thus deify’d, new honours Rome decrees,
shrines, festivals, and styles him Indiges.”
–Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book 14
Aeneas, you were just a prig to me
when, through a work of genius, we first met.
I couldn’t stand your earnest piety.
Your crimes I had no reason to forget.
You toyed with Dido — then went back to sea
and on with your ascension, pious yet.
Now you transcend our mortal universe?
You have become a god? That makes things worse.