Medusa's snakes stung and bit,
but nothing is as poisonous as her eyes--black as the sea.
She watches in judgment, turning men to statuary.
The conversation is more pleasant, now.
The world, more quiet.
Her sisters love her dear, and they harm none
who stay away.
Is there anything more toxic than an unwanted man?
Medusa shakes her snakes,
and pulls a golden apple down
to share with Lilith in the peace of her garden.