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A review by shirin_mandi
Bull by David Elliott
4.0
HELL . . .
. . . is not
the pushing of a boulder
up a mountainside
to watch it roll
back with broken back
and broken shoulder.
HELL is the numbing of the soul.
HELL is not an unfulfilled desire.
It’s colder.
Nor the thirst
that takes its victims whole.
HELL is the freezing
scorn for who you are
that transforms a faultless boy
What a beautiful tale from Minotaur's point of view!
Minos says I’m nothing more than Nothing.
Can Nothing take a form and call it me?
But Nothing is ever what it seems.
Watch Nothing laugh.
See Nothing cry.
Hear Nothing scream.
And to my great surprise, we have Poseidon as a narrator too!
It’s interesting:
As a god I almost always find,
The more repressed the mortal,
The dirtier the mind.
*****
But why hasn’t the boy learned
That life isn’t fair?
Word!
It’s true everywhere:
Fathers often destroy their sons.
Who do you think invented guns?
. . . is not
the pushing of a boulder
up a mountainside
to watch it roll
back with broken back
and broken shoulder.
HELL is the numbing of the soul.
HELL is not an unfulfilled desire.
It’s colder.
Nor the thirst
that takes its victims whole.
HELL is the freezing
scorn for who you are
that transforms a faultless boy
What a beautiful tale from Minotaur's point of view!
Minos says I’m nothing more than Nothing.
Can Nothing take a form and call it me?
But Nothing is ever what it seems.
Watch Nothing laugh.
See Nothing cry.
Hear Nothing scream.
And to my great surprise, we have Poseidon as a narrator too!
It’s interesting:
As a god I almost always find,
The more repressed the mortal,
The dirtier the mind.
*****
But why hasn’t the boy learned
That life isn’t fair?
Word!
It’s true everywhere:
Fathers often destroy their sons.
Who do you think invented guns?