Poetry: Modern Greek Tragedy

Moon, do you hear me?
Crying in the cold
weeping at the lake

Moon, do you see me?
Stripped naked beneath you
Hair unkempt in my sorrow.

Medea killed her sons.
Was it you she was trying to reach?
Was it you she was trying to teach?

Did you reject her when she walked the water’s edge
Searching for an answer and some poison?
Did you send her down that path alone?

Moon? Did you hear her?
Moon? Did you see her?
Moon, did you even ever care?

I plunge my knife into a heart
already dead by default
If no one cares, then no one sees.

And I am Medea in a modern world.

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