On Ancient Evil

Oh ancient evil

honor on thy name.

Some tell me you're from here, from there, from Them.

Some say you're blue-eyed, or brown. Maybe gold?

Are you local to Rome?

Evil. Ancient Evil. Are you ancient at all?

Right in the here; the now.

Sitting beside me, perhaps inside.

Is my body something you call your own?

From a place of hubris

my hubris

ours.

Let's shape us as we say we are.

Not evil anymore.

Maybe never was.