helpmeet

by Allister Nelson

Persephone takes

a mouldering step

into the barrow mound.

Lifeless, she falls

with the nosegays.

The bridegroom

carries away

the corpse.

But from her heart?

A rancid, oversweet

rose.

It’s eclipse season.

Follow husbands, girls.

Though they take you to hell.

Never question the man.

Of course Hades knew better than weeping, wily Demeter

who moved Heaven and Earth to find her daughter.

A good tradwife submits.

Doesn’t she?

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