Minotaur (poem)

Minotaur

Lewd hooves trample geometry,
pointlessly soluble. Gastric potency grows.
Pain secretions, whispered and dependable,
paralyze duty. Honor drips
from the eye, handsomeness from the crusted horn.
Maturity’s neither required nor mourned,
childhood is broken glass and daisies underfoot.
Distant chimes of declarations echo.
Echo of steps ago of years.
Fade never echoes nor stop.
Only voices, baffled, halt.
Pursuer pursues into sleep,
walking strides on, release recedes.
Is forgotten. Is only ever this,
where your mother dropped you bloody.
Bit through the cord
and wrapped your slick red fingers around it,
a sign for you that follow you.
The cord that’s cud to ruminating molars.
Beehives in corners ooze and buzz.
Organ blood ebbs in falling rhythm.
Hot breeze of brute breath sickens.
Your thigh bones soften, bend.
Read their curves as oracles for navigation.
All things decay, save confusion.

— Basil Cartryte
2025-10-13

Halloween Day 13