Medusa Me (poem)

I have cried, “Peril, Ye, who enter this tomb!”
And yet you approach suddenly, confidently
Your horse champs, your sword shines, your helmet, thick
Muscles glistening in the sun with dew of sweat
Through veils of flowered emerald ivy, you climb
Into my Ivory halls.
My marble pillars festooned
By crimson silk and incensed urns,
My chamber glowing with white hot pine embers.
You plant your sandals like boulders,
In the bounds of Netherworld.
Upon your back, a curse;
Stifling breaths, stagnant waters, burning touch
And upon great wings shall I fly
Above and beyond the snares,
The swords, the lances, the shields.
Above you I shall fly until time vanishes,
Our eyes meet.

Rotten and decayed –

The corpses of granite, alabaster, basalt –
The statues of those forgotten line my corridor.
Molecules grind, burn, screech abruptly;
Organic machinery fails, weakens, deconstructs.
Wiring sizzles, tendons freeze, veins harden
And your grimace cements perfectly.
Lost in time, lost in dream, lost in perfection,
Cut from the very rock you were born.

Gorgonian eyes pierce meaty hearts

Like the obsidian arrows of thine enemies.
The human stoked infernos of Hades
Unleashed upon you, the accusers, until you wither,
Passing as specters into the silent nights.
I remain, a Mortal, clean hands and washed of sin.
Into my blue eyes you stare,
Into Death’s eyes, you stare.