The Fabric

You hold it in your hands,

the fabric that leads me outside the lair.

you grew with priestesses with braided hair

daughter of King Minos who rules these lands.

Young daughter of our favored enemy

you catered to my survival.

Murdering the Minotaur,

that abomination, your brother.

His death is the end cause to justify my arrival.

It’s me, Theseus. I will unite Athenian tribes

with the fabric you gave me.

We murder, thus we civilize.

We justify the culling.

And so we delve into the days to come,

lovers from two warring states.

Such is the fate of bodies to dissolve.

One inside another in orgasms

provoking the fates.