
JOHN KANTAKOUZINOS TRIUMPHS
He looks at the fields that he still controls
with the wheat, with the animals, with
fruit-trees. And farther on, his family home,
full of clothes and fine furniture, and silver.
They will take it all—Jesus Christ!—they will take it all now.
Would Kantakouzinos feel sorry for him
if he were to go and prostrate himself. People say that he is merciful,
quite merciful. But what about the people around him? What about the army?—Or, should he plead, and cry in front of Lady Irene?
Foolish! To be involved in Anna’s party—
he wishes Andronikos had never married her.
Have we seen any progress as a result
of her behavior, or any humanity?
Even the Franks don’t respect her anymore.
Her plans were ridiculous, and all her preparation.
While they spread fear from Constantinople to the world
Kantakouzinos crushed them, King John crushed them.
And he had in his mind to go with King John all along!
He would have done it too. Now he would have been happy,
a great Lord always secure,
if at the last moment the bishop hadn’t swayed him,
with his priestly authority,
with his misinformation from beginning to end
and with his promises, and his stupidities.

