Medea

Medea emerged from the plane
Greece to London
she had left him
her brother, dead
torn to pieces
with the scattered remains
of her children
her lover a nameless
suicide
and she a new face
in the scientific age

She exhaled smoke
and drew a breath
once virgin slopes
formed the subtle distortion
of a smile
in some diseased animal
fashion

In her time she had known
sciences so profound
they were lost on the minds
of mere human creatures
every age wishes itself
to be remembered in time

As the age of love
every age has its lovers
an Adam willing to die for his Eve
and she not the least of them
now with a cancer
her dark beauty fading
the old sciences were losing touch
with the world
soon she would die
she does not wish to be remembered
but her sin and her love
has marked a page in history
and her name bound to her
like a brand crackling through flesh

The treachery of her love
the richest form of jealousy
she whispers: "Murder is
the shadow of love
and sex the secret
which binds lovers together"