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Ino The youngest of Kadmos' three daughters banished from Thebes for killing Pentheus. No myth exists of what happened to her or her sisters. Afterwards the city of Thebes fell to ruin. Where are you now I wonder? Hidden by myth.
Ignored. A name among a list of names.
Your place was set before you ever ate
of that accepted flesh that uprooted your race.
I wonder are you lost like so many
who open doors or close them for other names to pass.
Your sisters led you in that frenzied dance,
and you partook--his body ripe with grace.
His arms that sought your capture found release.
I wonder in that moment did you know;
your act of frenzied love would give
the necessary bounty to a greater loss ahead?
The third of three, who bourn again,
left towns and distant city states
for lands that only dreams can now create.
If there were stories they are probably lost
in other tales or yarns of men and wars.
My pen remains to render on the page
a glimpse of how you lived or were.
Your place is fixed and distant like the stars.
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