Unveiled

Oh, how unfair, unfair, unfair.
Dear, sweet, Medusa.

Narcissus’s glass lake,
Planes of cold marble

Is the brilliance of her face,
Subdued,

Reflecting
Her ruin.

Love, unknown,
is fear.

She, made of fear, her
Easy arms opened wide.

So says Freud,
So says London.

She
Shut her eyes tight

At the sight of
Ships on her shores.

Men again
come to lay undue claim.

Her arms
Swung wide in embrace

To hurry death in,
To kiss and bless the blade.

And she cried,
Not for herself, but

Unkempt, violent tears
At Athena’s clipped wings.

Medusa’s seeping blood
Birthed flight,

Her body
Left unburied

And taken
As prize.

Look into her open eyes,
Her glinting, seeing eyes.

Find
Truth:

Kind, deep,
terrifying.