Andromeda Ethiopia in chains, Are all those images That brutalise the brain Fed to us by another oracle Of light and lightning? On Ammon’s word They gave their daughter, Turned her tears into stars Turned Cetus to stone. Are the chains of love As unbreakable in the heart? When will we free Ourselves from horror? The fifty unfair Nereids Slighted by vanity, Such petty concerns. The knee jerk reaction Of an easily enraged god. Are these people dying Guilty of something that we are not? When will we free Ourselves from gods? I switch off the TV Know that Perseus Has missed his flight.
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