Minotaur Forgiving Poseidon

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