aphrodite watches / with her divine beauty / and crown of roses / she watches / golden apples in one hand / Pandora's box in the other / show her a mortal more beautiful / and she'll show you how she created battles and ended them / she'll show you how love makes a fool of heroes/
show her a goddess more divine / and she'll show you / Patroclus' pain and Achilles's grief / she'll show you Ariadne / staring at the sky at night, waiting / she'll show you heroes are never happy / not Jason, not Perseus // not Heracles, not Odysseus/
she'll show you Helen / looking out her window / down at the carnage below // thousands of fighting men / burning // dying // for her beauty / "Heroes are never happy, they are agents of tragedy" / tell her that / and she'll show you / all roads lead back to love/
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rosewater and ichor
Poetry"the gods aren't gone. oh no, they are still here, among us."
