Sophia Nugent-Siegal: ‘Poseidon or Zeus’ and ‘Osiris’
Osiris
Over his suddenly virginal limbs
breathes sullied air,
Made from her tears,
Stitched and weaved,
Woman’s work.
But he has left
The statue in his tomb
Whose mouth is open
And is no longer hungry.
He is a creature,
Monumental as the wind,
Unshakeable as an earthquake.
He has become a certainty
And should not be mourned.
Now he is abstract as the postmodern,
And unreal as the sea.
The blood is white as marble.
Sophia Nugent-Siegal
Poseidon or Zeus
They dredged up a god
From the sea floor
And were unsure of his identity.
What did he rule over,
Sea or sky?
Age and a lack of obedient worshippers
Had dulled his brilliance
And he was green as old growth.
His subjects, the waves,
Had it seems
Taken a bloody road
Through Revolution
To Republic.
Overthrowing God
Was the first thing
They had to do.
But now, he is on a plinth again,
His empty hand,
A fist punching a way through
The holes in the sky.
Sophia Nugent-Siegal
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