In
the darkness he finds himself
through
no design
rather
because of difference
and
isn't that the way of the world
what
is not the same
must
be destroyed, hidden or shamed;
so
Asterion through no misdeed
only
the luck of that other coin's side
finds himself the centre of the maze,
watches in horror and his horns grow,
his
reputation too, and the blood
also, because he was other than
as
all should be
and
being the son of a King or God
saves him not
from
the curse of deviation.
How
the words spreads then,
like
ships leaving the port,
break the waves with sails full
to
carry the word to all the distant ports,
to
the bars and homes and even,
so
it seems, into the bedrooms,
to set a pulse within the hearts and thighs
to set a pulse within the hearts and thighs
of
those who crave
the
very things they are told to despise.
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