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Medea songs,





(SONG 1)

Tired tongue, come in,
Speak your pain,
Hang your coat of ash
There, by the door.
Ignore her, the She wreck
Slumped at the briny bottom
Of the love junk sea: 
Stale duds cum four score wound, 
Long hair unfettered like eels.

Regal amongst the ranks of their capsized army, 
Spotless in bone white uniforms
Fish glinting like medals between their ribs,
All swaying in time 
To the whoosh and the ebb
Of the deep sea bed 
Arot with dreams of Europe.



(SONG 2)

Medea man, Medea beast, Medea woman
Copious selves and halves of selves
Crammed into the leaking body raft-
Shoddy wooden sloop,
heaving with migrants,
Tipped over mid voyage,
Medea upturned,
Floating on the sea
Lifeless as a life jacket,
Livid as a mask.

He wants to clean himself of the filth of me
Wipe down and scour the stain
Of this, our dirty love.

Medea in Jason
Is a toxin in the blood,
Not a rehabilitation project;
Thinks to make it clean,
Thinks we are a white paper,
A pledge uttered on a windy day,
A promise cut to Palestinians
under Scandic sky,
When I leave this table,
its legs come with me.
And all your skins peel like oranges.


Medea in Jason:
a poison deep as the sea is deadly,
Jason, you are not this love’s cleanser,
You haven’t the vocabulary
don’t know the nouns,
can’t reckon the verbs.
Silence now. The waves bring my people in.


(SONG 3)

The Ibis, the crested Ibis?
Not dead? White plumed of the pine forest.
My crocodile, lay here your slender snout,
Not dead at all.

Let me name birth and burst you:
My giant salamander, and fiery iguana,
Granada doves and white necked herons,
My robber and rain frogs,
Sweet warblers and purple monarchs,
My river sharks and cavefish
Blue butterflies and plume moths
Rusty bumblebee and island damselfly
My black rhinoceros and great ape
My rock rat and deer mouse,
Naked fruitbat and shy grey pangolin,
My hollies and Atlas Cypress’
My water chestnut and red flowering citrus
My Florida yew and Algerian Fir
All dead in the wild,
culled in the glint of the white man’s eye.
Come into my eyes, swim there,
lay your seeds inside me.



Medea’s Twitter feed:

To
Jason@ArgosPharamceuticals
A mosquito has nested in my head.
It’s female. The eggs have hatched. Millions.

To
Creon@Realpresident
Like a flimsy boat on the wildest sea,
Your death camps sink under my army.

To
Themigrants@Hungersongs
The hungry days are long. The hour approaches. Dark skins shine with sweat. Glistening night fangs.



CREON:  You are making a public exhibition of –

MEDEA: My pain!

CREON:  Your political deviancy. I haven’t finished.

MEDEA: Creon, I broke no laws.

CREON:  You have shown yourself an enemy to the project of this Republic. Your citizenship was granted on condition of respecting the laws and spirit of this Republic. Your citizenship has been revoked.

MEDEA: What does that mean?

CREON: It means you no longer have the right to remain here.

MEDEA: What am I now?

CREON: An illegal immigrant.

MEDEA: Does Jason know this?

CREON: I have nothing to hide.

MEDEA: Will you send me to the camps on the edge of the city?

CREON: You’d like that.

MEDEA: I wouldn’t.

CREON: To raise an army against me.

MEDEA: I’d never-

CREON: What then?

MEDEA: To be close to my children when they ask to see their mother.

CREON: That day will never come.

MEDEA: Allow them to wave to me behind the barbed wire.

CREON: We don’t use barbed wire.

MEDEA: Electric fence.

CREON: Anti-climb perimeter.

MEDEA: I can’t. I won’t try to climb.

CREON: Because your legs are tied.

MEDEA: Because my back is broken.





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