As with the exuviae burring to the bark

minotaur had to have a live animal as source

and hunger, the moil that attends a kill

and props beast near night start,

lets it squat in dream to mix and match

till monster mitigates unease.

Enter King, husband, father

ready to co-opt, adopt, foster.

He’ll dream a decoy, strap it to the wife,

awe with labyrinth and cash-in

on mooncalf, exacter, changeling,

the horror, the first puppet of the state.