THE WEAVE:
Persephone goes to See,
Bernini’s Kore…
"For some, the Dark
shines brighter than
the Light. We walk
backwards, or in
the wrong
direction, turned
around from the glare
toward which the many
go... The glory
on the stage. I shine
below. Their floors
are my rafters.
They dance a jig
upon their risers,
and Dust falls
down, into
my hair, like cinder
-ella. I
have alWays been
a cave
-dweller, but no One
knows much, of that
Story. They like
to tell me, I was
captured. They have
carved his fingers,
pressed
into the marble
flesh of my thighs.
They want me
to tell the Tale
of helpless Pain, as their
pupils dilate. I have Seen
that girl, in my own
eyes. I remain
unconvinced.
I am more inclined
to believe, I, the Destroyer,
made that man
a Master."