War God’s Lesson
18 August 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: reclaiming figures of myth
Ares entered the Celestial Pantheon, still soaked in the blood of his enemies, legions upon legions of cannon fodder that wouldn’t even begin to come close to slaking the thirst of his bloodlust. At this point, bathing seemed only ceremonial in nature; yet another wasted endeavor like the heaping, writhing pleas of hapless…
