Fires in the sea of Helle on a black eastern shore
poison in the tangled rot of sycamore

Twisted threads of Ariadne
in which I am woven
the dead, the awakened, the cloven 

A tripartite nation—  
starvation.  

I am your linchpin,
your prodigal daughter
the bad me: yes, I fought her!

Your gemstone offspring, success, the summit
purgatorio, death, the plummet