For bad behavior I give you fleece-stealing, child-
seducing Jason, gluttoning upon the cakes of others
and skating on the charms of his blue eyes,
his archaic playboy gestures, his throwaway
flings and void songs. His crimes have set the bar
to strain towards, if any of you are thus monstrously inclined.
His defenders (vocal, well-connected) point fingers
and remind us of all that they foresaw,
their blond adorable boy wrenched from innocence
by the spider’s hatchery whispering beneath
that witch’s foreign skirts. And now,
that woman’s amnesty, mercy sushi’d into little lies
to spare digestion both sate and surfeit,
do these (ask yourselves), entice or enrage?
Dead bride, dead babies, a lethal zero
carved from their blameless breasts,
while revenge sings a song of Scythia,
diminishing and high, and gone across the
unforgiving face of the dragon-shredding sun.