Why, Poseidon
I suppose you are the closest thing I happen to have
To a beginning
Why, Poseidon
I suppose there was no way to know what had to happen
When you released my father
In the form of a bull from the foam of the sea
In the form of a bull from the foam of the sea
In the form of a slick white bull
From the slick white foam of the sea
Why, Poseidon
I suppose you never chose for me to live this way
So I forgive you as I would have forgiven you anyway
But I have so many questions!
Was his colour inspired by mother of pearl?
Did you fashion his hide from pieces of coral?
Did the horns come from skeletons
Of men that you swallowed in storms?
Or did you just summon up the very first animal that swam into your skull?
Oh, why, Poseidon, why a white bull, why?
And why would you make him so lovely
Then wonder why the sacrificer couldn‘t draw back the blade
Did you want him to break that promise he made
So he would burn, burn in his bathhouse grave
This is what I have
Black mud, grey stone, walls
Halls, corners, bones
This is what you have
The entire colourful open sea
This is what I do
Sit, wait, murder, eat
This is what you do
You don't let things be
You don't let questions just hang in the spray
You make angels
And they make monsters
Was his colour inspired by mother of pearl? (In the form of a bull from the foam of the sea)
Did you fashion his hide from pieces of coral? (In the form of a bull from the foam of the sea)
Did the horns come from skeletons (In the form of a slick white bull)
Of men that you swallowed in Storms? (From the slick white foam of the sea)
Why, Poseidon, Why, Poseidon?
I suppose there was no way to know what had to happen
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