Cassandra
One day we will whisper our new mythology,
warn one another with stories of the Declinehow our gods forged great ovens with the sun
fought over tricks they'd play on us
sent us - lined up for a good deal - into cities
that had already begun to burn, small ash
congesting the throats of birds."Marked down" was their taunt.
We walked into the rape with our hands out.We had too much, we'll say,
wanting more.copyright 2006 Kenya Hart
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