Juno.

She is the sort of person that makes you believe

in war bulletins and those sorts of things

in the divine right of kings

and the absolute necessity of never

ever cutting the tags from your new bought

king size mattress no matter how they scratch

beneath the cotton sheets

suffice it to say that whatever she says

we all agree and that it was, that it is

exactly what we meant , what we mean

in every circle the center

is hers by unquestioned right

at every line she is the head

and we think of her we dream

in our cotton sheets on our king size beds

but she does not think of us

she is the sort of person to make you dare

impossible improbable things

but is herself as implacable as gravity

and so we fall over and over again

in desperate love only to land

lonely on the cotton sheets

She bears the name of Greece's bane

and with it bears its weight

She is the sort of person to set the seas aflame

and we all we all whisper her name

leaving the homely shores with the lonely beds

to sail the stormy sea and land at last

at Normandy.