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  • Todd Wooten

A Greek Tragedy

Sentries stand guard over

the dungeon of Danae where

I hide from betrayal and Zeus.

I once had a child - not Perseus -

born to a Gorgon with Stonehenge eyes

An Odyssey prepared to

a foreign land, where Helen waits

with dark eyes and hair - gear stowed,

land sold, sails raised, she calls out

upon the waves that the border has

closed, the ships set ablaze

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