No Matter What You May Have HeardA Poem by Ken e Bujold'Alternate working Title was "So Says Cassandra" but opted for this oneNo matter what you may have heard, how vile my unrequited beaus made me out to be: the truth, always more than they could see, was spun from cloth so pure, only the most fertile of minds would conceive the visions I bled.
Those wile Greeks, born of tragedy, threw stones, from ripples read their heroes into history: though truth was never what they found in misery, Apollo's w****s churned my words like cyclones, pimped Clytemnestra avenger of the dead--
since war is never wrong, dear boys must pretend the folly of a sharpened blade can only mean the vagaries of battle are never clean-- some harlot lies at the heart of their poor end-- a witch unfaithful to her wedding's bed.
Helen, Messalina, the saintly Joan, staked for manly crimes, no tear was shed; Desdemona, Marie, Ms. Hari vilely murdered, stripped of womanhood--what brute was heard to moan? No matter, my heart was never quite so cold.
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Added on September 27, 2022 Last Updated on September 27, 2022 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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