Corinth

a drabble of poetry

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Oh Apollo! They have left our words in ruins. Where is your temple now? Seven pillars where 38 once stood? Each one crushed, crashed, then severed like a tongue from the mouth of a Believer: a sweet poet, or a once dear witch wishing the world could be better if only we listened and heard kind words.

If we offered prayers for others instead of reading letters…If we found the way poetry can be true, and pressed the right flowers into the hands of our daughters…Instead of sacrifice we’d lay out love and people would choose its truth.