touch me gently
let my veins turn to ichor
i am the fool and i have journeyed so far
just for justice to send me
back to my mother

she took me behind her curtain
stars in her hair
pomegranates at her feet
as the thundering chariot rushed by

you were at the reins
those sphinxes drove you to me
you let them derail themselves
in a flashy display of sparks and
circumstance

come to me no longer
ichor burnt me
it clogged up my heart
and when i am cut
people gather
with bowls to collect from the vein