“Dread is she, and with Ares she loves the deeds of war,
the sack of cities and the shouting and the battle.
It is she who saves the people as they go to war and come back.”
– Homeric Hymn, Greek epic C7th to 4th B.C. –
Winter got heavier as she drove up north.
Two dead bodies in the trunk.
Earth stiffened under her shovel.
Skulls whistled as a wind blew.
A song of tragedy hummed all along the way that night. And an owl found a way home.
