Agamemnons Ghost Speaks To Electra
Wild child,
I loved you too well
and now you are so fiery electric
that you hate, bait, torment
and flare against your maternal lineage.
Her lot it was to plot and plan,
she had to marry beneath us both –
to save us girl. To save us!
We were both plunged too deep into this closet of we.
Blood had to be shed, energy spent,
and death smeared upon these steps
this gateway of our sequestered home;
for no habitat can withstand
a child that loves her father above all else
when the world waits to cross pollinate,
always
for something, someone else.
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