descended from Mercury.
Her heart was an intimate furnace.
In one hand, silver arrows;
in the other,
withered olive branches.
Her words were writ
on cadmium tablets.
Each letter was acid etched.
Who spilled the blood
on desert sands?
Who swept the ocean
across the small city bowl?
Who dances and kills,
then smiles for the camera?
Who tears the bodies from their homes
and tears the limbs from the bodies?
Her heart is a consuming fire.
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