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