THE WEAVE:
Mars and Medusa,
peek through the keyhole
of the room, at the motel
Jupiter is staying in…
Medusa rests her chin
on Mars' shoulder,
behind him, "How long
has he been going
on like this?" she asks.
"All afternoon,"
Mars whispers back
to her, "He can't snap
out of it..."
Jupiter paces, as he
recites his lines
to the drapery…
"I am Awen: poetic
frenzy. To build
a new nation, do we
not need an ancient
past to Spring
forth, from the gap
like a sapling?
My memory is a myth
that will feed us.
I have set my rainbow
in the clouds, and it
shall be a sign
of the covenant, between
me, and the Earth."