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.