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.
