Winged sandals strapped to my feet,
I stand in the piazza of Florence,
holding in my out-stretched left hand
the Gorgon head of nihilism,
its putrid guts and black blood
dripping from its severed neck,
severed by the sword of my pen,
standing over the corpse of Medusa,
over the corpse of Nietzsche’s Zarathustra.

© 2010 Frederick Glaysher

Mediterranean Poetry





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