MEDEA

Armies could fight wars
over the ethics of the thing,

nevertheless, high above their heads,
hair streaming out behind her

like a comet, chin high, laughing,
Medea soars through the firmament


in her dragon-drawn chariot
and you can’t touch her now.

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