by Josie Scott

Ill-Tempered Deities and Eponymous Heroes

Zeus' thunderbolts rumbled across a bloodied sky

Stained and still so beautiful

Like far-off histories, or unsolvable mysteries

But I love you, he said, his face twisted with grief, and the girl looks away

an unknowable silence, at last, inescapable

While the sirens wailed a heartbreaking song

There is nothing left to fear when there is nothing left to lose