Summoning Themis
by LindaAnn LoSchiavo
It was the way the virus hunted us, Like home invaders, viral proteins bust We summoned Themis, begged her to preserve Don’t pious offerings deserve their due? Cold oracle, empowered to foresee Her daughters, the Three Fates, intervened, said: Damp winds snuffed out wax candles, slammed bronze doors. Green patience whispered: “Men built holy shrines, Ahead of today’s terrestrial sweetness, * [Author’s note] Inspired by “The Triumph of Justice” |
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