Happy Mother’s Day, dear Metis
Titan trickster
Though you hate this day.
Happy Mother’s Day, dear Metis
Wherever you may be
Squatting naked
Alone
Without Adorno
In the dark, murderous
Regions of your husband’s brain.
Happy Mother’s Day, dear Metis,
Swallowed up
Like a fly
Small & cunning
In the gut
Of the king
Yet uncontrollable
Hammering
In his head
The helmet
Of Athena, goddess of wisdom, daughter of yours.
Happy Mother’s Day, dear Metis
Dissident daughter
Of Ocean and Seas
Spreading legs, blowing minds
Yours, ours, Zeus’s
Smashing convention & skull
& birthing
a new kind of Reason
Helmet-headed
Empirical, Dominant
Shorn of poetry & magic
Dooming us all.
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