Since the fall of last year, I've been writing Buffy-related poetry. Some have centered on a specific character, other are about events. This is the poem that corresponds to "Tough Love".
Vanquished
When I pull back the curtain of your gilded hair
like peeling away the centuries
I see the library
at Alexandria
burned
The golden goblets of Inca kings
weeping their forms into Spanish ovens
I see the temple of my learning
in rubble
The ragged feathered shaman
wandering the pillaged streets
Proclaiming to the burnished Conquistadores
that the Emperor has no clothes
-Willowmere