you cut off one head
and two rise in its place -
baffling
terrifying
fire breathing
hydra
hercules, being hercules
doused each fang
with fire
and they never grew again
my fire does no more than sizzle
the deadly fangs
i, not being hercules
perhaps do not have the mental muscles
to throttle the pangs
of melancholia,
my personal hydra
once i cut off one head
is it two, or three, or four,
that rise in its place?
yes, here it is again
come back to finish something
started even before
my earliest memory