ARIADNE

Give a man a golden thread

to escape the monster and the labyrinth,

and on Naxos' shore you shall find

yourself, gazing on a black sail

in the horizon disappearing -

as in the distance grows a sound

of the approaching entourage

of the drunken god. You,

who saved, shall find no saviour

beyond the stained arms

of the Thracian one, whose

commands make mothers

tear flesh from

their sons' bones.

16.12.2020