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
ignorant
(or maybe in denial)
of the weapons wielded
by their sweet golden goddess:
deception
cunning
perilous charm
sharper than any blade
[Written by Rebecca Buchanan.]
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