Oakleaf

Eros ascending to the throne of the kingdom of the world, the swan like neck like a river snaking down a canyon.

Kept in bondage by muses who wear loves mask and the power of the fates, seen for what they are, as sagging flesh in loose fitting robes, what Juno always was, who birthed cruelty out of their screams.

 

Given sacrifices in Greece, in Rome, comedy from tragedy, tragedy from life, oak fashioned into staff, laurel to crown.

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