Mornings Of The Oresteia Poem by Michael O'Sullivan
Mornings Of The Oresteia
Aeschylus
Look up
At your mother
In the cup
And cry
Where is all the blood supposed to flow?
The soldiers
On the plain
Are hard-pressed
To explain
How few have come back from the war of love.
A sword
Shines in the sky
It says
Vengeance
Is an eye
And I will pierce far into your mother's mind
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