Chapter 33: Josephine@thepantheon

josephine@thepantheon

i walked as i had
a millennia before
to the Pantheon
stood staring
as a lover
longingly
content
taking in
alone
But
you would not let me
jeer
jester
leer
molester
as a windmill
a play thing
sparkly
twirling
bark your language
as i am one
of you
olive and brown
stranger in your town
Oh, when you discover!
these foreign anothers!
the games erupt.
loose morals corrupt
corrupting
corrosive
dust and dirt
Where doth your Mothers linger?
Sisters and Aunts wander?
liberated Women scold not?
hidden?
numbed?
No.
Worse –
taunting
immune
joining
watching
“To shame,” i cried when I was Josephine
as I do now
to shame!
to sit
allow it
princes
warriors
lemony pride
scourge cursed soil
ancient beauty
wasted
overrun
cruel perversion
no decency to mask
I remember you
by the Pantheon at night
I remember you
in the warmth of twilight
when I was Josephine
when I my modern maiden then
THE CROWNED ONE
how dare you.
Your hands
my rump
to my breast
to my front
ruiner of ruins
presser of flesh
all of you
so many
fallen as you did
forever falling
unlearning
downgrading
marble
lifeless
I My now?
THE CRONE? THE CROWNED?
Another version of a #too
loathed
detested?
most likely arrested.
What of the Pantheon?
– forever yearn
Josephine unsorry
will never return.

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