Yesterday’s post reminds me of another fragment, this one from an ekphrastic poem I wrote in response to Cranach, the Elder’s painting Suicide of Lucretia (1529).
But she calls to my modern lie
from a time when beauty must have been
a function of virtue, and virtue a function
of obedience.
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Sappho's Torque 
What a renaissance.
They say things are better now
“Women are equal”
“Both genders can coexist”
The naked truth hurts.
The uncouth men still persist,
Predators’ teeth bared,
Plunging swords into maidens,
Their bloodlust unquenched,
Men of the lowest order.
What a renaissance.
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