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"The Cost of War through Peace"

She had spent 
some elaborate 
time 
with snakes,

learning
their ways,
yet in the very 
back of her mind,

in her memories,
she remembered
the stories told
long ago,
the sleepy songs sung;

curiously,
they were always
delivered in the dark,
as she drifted off to sleep,
when she was very young

she had distant memories
as an innocent, hugging tightly,
snuggling into her mother’s curves,
recalling lyrics of a
particular myth-like song

it made her smile
and she teared up 
for just a little while,

recalling the sound 
of her mother’s voice,
the message in the 
labyrinthine mystery
word-for-word,
it was pegged to lines
in the hidden sentences
like wet clothing
drying to be worn

she never forgot her roots
and the warm beating
of the other’s heart, 
the music and the rhythm
she first heard in utero,
that which sang 
in her first home,
more like a nightingale 
than a loon or lost note 
losing lark

oh, the comfort 
it did incite,

was like a magnet
not a metronome,
a shining internal compass,
still functional, the direction 
with purpose and instinct 
never misinterpreted, 
it was placed there 
in her heart
to guide her home

the message 
in the myth
remembered 
and delivered, 
was now clearly heard 
and succinctly understood:

the wisdom of an owl
the strength of a lion
the shedding of skin
and teeth, through 
transformative ordeal, 

the toppling of towers, 
the acquisition of courage,
truth and inherited powers;

when harnessed
the snake has its merits

the scales of justice
turned inside out, 
through dark to light,
she had learnt
most adroitly through
warring round-abouts,

like a snake’s skin, 
injustice could be shed

oh, yes, it’s true
the sorry scales 
of wrapped up courts 
their quick judging kangaroos
so corrupt and versatile,
like a snake’s skin, 
could be shed and burnt

but what her mother
gave her first and last, 
even with her absence,
she thanked her
just the same, 
for she was now 
masterclass -
they had wings to fly
higher than a snake -
so very high and fast,

inbuilt echolocation
like Apodidae 
to never doubt herself,
a belief and faith 
in who she really was,
to remember lessons
delivered from the 
scourge of underworld

then to emerge 
from shadows 
to journey 
northward,
further upwards, 
towards big blue sky,
that which some call, 
Adonai

to never hesitate
to win the war 
at whatever the cost,

through peace -

that was 
very real. 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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