We can all agree: the husband wasn’t worth the sacrifice.
When Death came to fetch her, he probably thought
Something similar and must have been tempted to give her up
To Heracles without a fight. Still, principles are principles,
And he went ahead with the wrestling match. Heracles
Was still a bit drunk, but truth be told, Death doesn’t
Wrestle very well. The big guys are usually not a problem.
Either they’re keeled over on the toilet like Elvis, or they’re
Too depressed to struggle—old football injuries and concussions
Take their toll. But Death put up a good fight that time.
He knew this one would be talked about, one way or the other,
And he didn’t want the Fates making quiet, ironic jokes
As they cut the thread of some fisherman’s or baker’s life:
Death, do you think you can handle this one? Some people
Say he even cheated a little, pulling the demigod’s long
Hair, trying for a kick down below—none of it worked.
And all the time, Alcestis’ spirit lay there watching. Her face
Betrayed no sign of interest. If she grieved at giving up her life,
She didn’t show it. Perhaps, she could already see herself walking
The banks of Lethe, then drinking deep to forget she had ever married.
is the author of four poetry collections: Noise of the World (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions); Traveling for No Good Reason (winner of the Sheila-Na-Gig Editions competition in 2018); a dual-language collection, Among the Ruins / Entre las ruinas (Katakana Editores); and a chapbook, Travels of the Angel of Sorrow (Blue Cedar Press). Individual publications include: Cagibi, Into the Void, Sequestrum, The Threepenny Review, Verse Daily, Pedestal Magazine, and The American Journal of Poetry. He practices law in Miami, teaches poetry workshops in Florida prisons, and co-translated, along with the author, Ximena Gómez’s Último día / Last Day (Katakana Editores).
Author’s website:
https://gsfranklin.com/
