Poseidon’s Stoneheart
Poetry Sunday
Poseidon,
who could
rage calm seas
into violent submission,
could not
draw from the well of his heart
a single tear. And yet,
there are men and women — unblessed, only human
who impersonate the face of
suffering — make it the object of
their manipulation, the concealed weapon of their existence —
Brazen. Remorseless. Maybe,
that’ how we fooled the Gods into believing
we were good
and kind
and worthy of redemption,
of unwarranted forgiveness.
Have you ever seen
the defenceless innocence of a cradled baby
a kneed criminal
grinning under his submissive head
The cruel, unforgiving gaze
of divine omnipresence follows only
to crumble
in the mousetraps of
their ballroom masquerades.
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