those dusty little men
in their dusty little libraries
muttering and frowning
confused and perplexed
war goddess? they murmured
sweet golden Aphrodite?
and they shook their heads
(or maybe in denial)
of the weapons wielded 
by their sweet golden goddess:

perilous charm

sharper than any blade

[Written by Rebecca Buchanan.]

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