Artemisia

excuse me Queen

for the misspelling...

thou art more fair than Aphrodite and not as flighty.

 

show your enemies your true self,

honor those who are able to defeat you in battle

and learn from them,

you can earn both kleos and nostos

but you will become insane

infested with a narcissism beyond compare.

 

believe me, you may not care not bit about the virus

of anti-semitism

but beware,

asians will be next in line.

 

prove that you are noble,

the moon above you delights you

its tentacles braiding your soft black hair,

once we were philos, were we not?

your hands have made me see

the beauty and majesty of China?

your eyes, your lips

your celestial mannerisms,

but you will not take South Korea...

the people are bred with Greek fire

and they are more Caucasian than Caucasian

bred with existential threats around them

each man and woman will fight to the finish.

 

Now I have surrounded you

like a game of... is it?

 

War is a pricey choice...

Mao Tse Tung spoke of sacrificing millions

but I think he was bluffing...

your hands have made my hands,

once

we were like brother and sister

signing the stars, moonbeams, and whispers

listening for the opera of the Universe?

 

you don't know how death waits at your door...

resign your position

Goddess

as you are a huntress

much in the heat of the pursuit

you forsake reason.

streak red with poison your blood lust...

 

it is as if the stars have descended the staircase of the nudes

for you

bella

bellissima

belladona

bertucci's

 

do you see the same moon that i see?

do you walk with the same feet

the same hands

write the calligraphy of the stars

with hieroglyphic lenses

cast for the all-in of the future?

 

are you God that you judge men so senselessly?

 

once, my blood was drained

and i turned pale as a stranger

the yellow sea quenched my thirst...