Medea plays lady Medusa
 
Medea was the only one
to mourn her children.
Her hands could not stop shaking,
yet blood and ghosts clung to them.
In shopping malls her soul cries out:
Because of the children.
She clings to priests,
who do their duty
on the graveyard shift.
The churches are stone.
My children, part of my body
your father entered and left: please come back.
Medea is playing lady Medusa:
she would like her world to turn to stone.
Medusa longs for tears;
Medea remembers.