But to thank the gods for the glorious victory,
Megaran captives kindled his wake.
Minoan keels gnawed the red roar.
Thunder strummed a starless night
as northern Crete crested the waves.
The Idaean cave was clucking honey
from its mouth’s rafters, which radiated
Rhea’s afterbirth, as red spokes milled
the bees nourishing a newborn Zeus.
Athenian spoils thrilled the palace,
but a family disgrace kept growing despite them:
Pasiphaë’s filthy fornication
was palpable in the binary form
of her son, the monster. Minos decided