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POETRY
Andromeda
In defense of fairness
what was chained to that rock
was pride, not beauty
boastfulness, not innocence.
The offended always require
a lamb for slaughter
and not just any lamb:
a perfect one.
She was a flawless offering,
blameless in the matter,
sucked into a quarrel
as vicious as a whirlpool.
Vengeance spouted the leviathan
intent upon annihilation;
no amount of anxious
hand-wringing on the shore
could reverse the damage done,
only a victor astride
the wings of triumph
could loosen those chains
and with one curving blow
strike up the banquet
that would turn them all to stone.
I submitted this poem to a magazine a couple of years ago and womp womp it was rejected. So now y’all get to read it! And thank you so much for being here to do that.
