(a poem in response to Minoan mythology)
Exogamy
Still I lie awake with preoccupations of love
for doomed Phaedra and her savaged son,
far too distant from Crete to drop the spear,
the lair, the knife, the net, to catch and kill
and stop the terrible fate of Minos’ iniquitous house.
Amazonian blood yet flows at Troezen
and traps the daughter of a bull-lover.
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