For Hera by Edward Butler
Poets can lie, enamored of their invention;
thus do I say that of no spite was Hephaistos born to you,
You created him alone, out of your own nature,
Like the first born of the cosmos.
How could anyone imagine it done for any but the highest purpose?
There are no jealous Gods.
But balance for Athena’s birth Olympian order did demand.
Far sighted Queen Hera envisioned through technology
The horizon itself expanding.