a scream that was heard
from ancient hill to ancient hill
shuddering in the distance
blessed are the cursed
for they know the truth
Erinyes
their voices one
awash in anger
serpents on their tongues
death in their eyes
all the world held a shuddering breath
each wing beat to the movement of blood
each eye an accusation waiting
borne of night
every drop on the ground a resurrection
twisting in her image with a sword in each hand
many heads but one eye
many eyes but one head
underworld, Orestes
that is where you go
to the gates of Dis
where they stand in judgment
one heart beating in many chests
an eye turned on you
an eye of madness
your hand still on the weapon
your mother's breath barely gone
forever
you fed on soft milk
and knew the cursed
Athena, stay your hand
Athena, let them be
let us be renewed in hate
a curse dancing feverishly on our lips
for they have put their will upon us
and we can never rest
here Furies wait
in the violence of every lifted hand
know they are the serpents
in the eyes of your victims
and their anger will never ever cease
when we open our mouths
and let that curse spill out at your feet
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