Zeus’ Spear

Hallowed lightning of old! Hoary browed!

Zeus, I your daughter, strike lightning fear

into the hearts of men! Fan your wrath upon

Sicily and fructify with rains and promise soil

yet to be tilled – the pomegranate flourishes under

Semele’s blood. Danae’s gold spills begotten upon

a treasure chest waters. Leda’s eggs are swollen blue.

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