Mythic evolution

The bull-god lifted his head,

parted lips and bellowed;

immortality discarded

for a moment of release.

Pasiphae felt the tenacity

when god and goddess met;

the womb a cave

capturing the earth.

Minos watched from afar;

no mortal can argue

when the god takes a form

to engender renewal.

In the writhing forms

Bull dancers shimmer;

stare deeper still the sword

and the thread undoing.

The beast to Crete

so the seas would flow;

Athen’s grip broken

By the minotaur’s roar.

Even the eternal dies;

when plans set in stone

suddenly transform
the world changes again.