MINOTAUROS

 In the labyrinth I walk on crumbling

bones of Athenians, count the years

with the fourteen deaths arriving together,

and dispose the deaths coming between,

whatever human or lesser animal

they herd into my prison of twisting

corridors, where time turns around

on itself, and I face myself in the dark,

the same offerings to appease wrath,

and the face of that slayer of mine,

recovered from his own death

as I are from mine, and no sword

or treasonous thread leads us

away from this binding maze.

In the labyrinth I wall on crumbling

bones of Athenians - and my own.

16.04.2025