MEDEA
Armies could fight wars
over the ethics of the thing,
over the ethics of the thing,
nevertheless, high above their heads,
hair streaming out behind her
hair streaming out behind her
like a comet, chin high, laughing,
Medea soars through the firmament
Medea soars through the firmament
in her dragon-drawn chariot
and you can’t touch her now.
and you can’t touch her now.
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