The Peacock

Eyes, staring

Vacant and lifeless

One hundred of them

Argo's eyes

Forever more

Always open

Staring from the feathers

Of Hera's bird

The peacock.

Beauty placed

On earth, for us

The mortals

A piece of pulchritude

There forever

For us to admire

The animal,

But so much more

The story, truly

Embodied by the beauty

Of the peacock.

The End

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