A statue of the Goddess Aphrodite;
Queen, of the hill she stood on
Where in the summertime
Deers wandered from the woods and ate from the blueberry bushes,
Birds nested in the willow trees and sang songs to her in the golden light of the morning,
And the days lasted longer (she was afraid of the dark)
Darkness came despite her pleas,
Covering the field in a thick blanket, unable to thaw the cold-
The only light came from the fires set to Mother Earth’s bushes and willow trees
Where in her ashes, soldiers stood
Weapons raised, prepared to fight
It was war and she had no place in it,
But to spectate
In her eyes,
Men were Earth’s only ugly creatures.
Even in the midst of battle,
She felt their eyes trace
Her stone hips
Her stone features
They’d beseech her to do something darling or daring
So that she could play pretend,
And they could feel like real men
She hoped that when spring came,
The hills where they took their children to play
Would no longer be covered by the same pillows of grass.
She hoped a soldier’s young daughter
Would point to the red stains imprinted on the soil
And ask in her softest voice, “Father, did you do this?”