From the Journals of AntaeusA Poem by David Benson
Antaeus was slain by Hercules, that none would know the truth of Amazons and their Queens.
Out of the night, the Amazon. With tawny skin
and braided hair, the sergeant's smile
caught in her teeth: Medusa. Her name
is the howl of my brothers twitching
in acrid fields. O that tangle of serpents
about her head whips frenzy into her eyes: dreaded
locks flicker blood, like tongues, snickering
in a hunter's moon. Leaps from horseback--
a whirl of short swords and a single red shriek:
even Gaia stands still for her daughter's
stride. And I am struck by companions
to ravel her story, as Greek generations
must never know that for just one kiss
I would stand here forever, and watch
her as she spits fire, and my brethren
die as they embrace her sword arm.
© 2011 David Benson
Mays Landing, NJ
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