When the cunning engineer built the gilded cow
your mother crawled inside,to fool the god's white bull,
and let her have her pleasure
did he foresee you,
your awkward crown
and the palace he would buildt o hide you in?
When you squatted
at the center of the maze
like a dull spider,among the bones and greaves,
inevitable
did you see your death
come strolling, unwinding thread behind?
And when he had taken
your life from you,
and left you in the center of that story
and began to ravel back the thread
did he see, tugging on the other ends
the woman avenged, and the children
thrown, bloody and dead in a heap
the dragons teeth that sown
sprouted armored men?
Did he see the them carving, even then his seat in hell?
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