perseus trips and cracks his head

medusa joins her sisters in a sunspoked field

returns to her research, the garden, the lute.

did not accept the sweet kiss of death

did not accept the gaze of another of anyone

listens to the earth with bright abandon

where flowers discuss the dead

on which they feed
behead the myth

and they are furious. 
               had no song for her

               had no love for her

               had no memory of her

               but still they look.
when death forgets to avert their eyes

tell them to send another
a cold shadow flits through me

in her presence, but i like the chill.

are you hungry? would you like some bread?

wicked gorgon here is the plate.

beast, spectre of wrath, devil,

how was your summer?