Medusa
Medusa slain by Perseus,
To gaze would turn a king to stone,
Revolting head with eyes of glass
The face it showed you had to own
It showed the one you really were,
Schemes, evasions, lies exposed,
And this the horrid power of her:
Severed head, the truth of those
Still the mirror shows the real
Interior two-facedness,
Head that’s fixed to guard the shield
That turns to stone our stoniness
If we would live then we must tell
The truth of us to break the spell
Pavel
March 28, 2011
