Electra you are now daughter of a king amid the nightingales
adders in your eyes, tigress in your hands, with silken soles
you tread upon all with gloomy love and lamenting epitaphs
the phallic majesty of your father,
you pad along all alone as
Clytemenstra for a few seconds,
whispers the vile electrons of her body
and Aegisthus drenched in blood abandons his erection
death sovereign of each and all declares itself
winding the catharsis in unblemished gloom.
Justice comes from everywhere and glows all over.