Pythia

Thick windows,

magnify heat.

Screens deliver;

oracles. 

Pythia; sickly sweet

decomposition.

Prophecy not truth.

Brow furrowed,

attempting speech

amongst 

silence.

Chosen without

choice.

Interpretation of the

word of Apollo.

Blank faces braced;

graffiti covered

walls wear

abuse lightly; flash 

by.

‘Bring forth sacrifice.

Bring forth laurel,

bring forth money,

bring forth life.’

In a trance

they emerge.

Take no

understanding.