In the new age, Artemis is a girl
who doesn’t believe in love.
Aims her arrows at the stars,
sees Orion in the night sky.
Drops her bow, doesn’t
pick it up again.

(The twenty-first century has no room
for warriors and huntresses and
goddesses who bleed silver,
if they bleed at all.)

In the new age, Apollo is a boy
who loves far too deeply.
Falls head over heels for
a girl wreathed in laurel.
Out there, in a big city
somewhere, Eros laughs.

(The twenty-first century has no space
for poets and musicians and
golden-hearted gods
left shining alone.)

In the new age, the twins
can’t find each other.
The forests are cut down and
the sun hides behind smoke.

On an island off the coast of Greece,
Leto weeps.