‘The Charges of Patroclus’

by Cora MacGregor

He who once, child-like, wept, seeing needless

Death, now, clad in bronze, attacks a fourth time.

Ablaze with another’s glory, heedless,

Like something inhuman, like something divine.


In costume, playing once the hero, but already

The god. And dormant ambition is freed:

Instinctive, his spear in his hand steady,

As he splinters troops, fells men like trees.


Mindless and manless, a killing machine;

Fearful and fearless, from outside he’s seen.

Borne by an impulse greater than himself.

The impulse to be greater than himself.  

The Poor Print

Established in 2013, The Poor Print is the student-run newspaper of Oriel College, Oxford. Written by members of the JCR, MCR, SCR and staff, new issues are published fortnightly during term. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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