jason

[vicioushannah]

if they are so quick to lay me down
(with coins, with coins on my eyes)
let them remember me,
let them call to me,
let them say, 'she killed her children,'
let them know that between knuckles
(where my old rings wear down
the skin), i can find enough power
to turn nations into bed-sheets,
(to spend the night, turning
in my sheets, terrified of
our children's wrath).

If they are so pleased to have me
make the journey all alone,
(no winged chariots from
father sun can ease the fall)
let them say, 'she killed her children,'
let them say, 'Jason,
she did it for you.'