Volume 1 Number 4 | MYTHOLOG | Autumn 2003 |
Blood throbs through the cracks in the tower
A python writhes
An obelisk falls
A heart impaled on a sword
Slides red and quivering
Down sheer steel
The tired gods warm their feet
Over our shattered
World on fire
In the deep cleft of a hidden green valley
A brook trills over rocks
Pools into a great lake
Where some of us row
In cool Shadows
On the far shore, in a circle of stones
An old woman
Whose hips broaden with our vision