8798 Minotaur and Moth
[by S. David] [art by Beth Carter]

No not cold
He does not
Breath in
To warm
His hands
It’s spring
And although
He looks slow
Though faster
Than a bull
The Minotaur
Has hands
As fast as
Man’s cupped
Within he peers
Looking at
Patterns on
The dusty wings
Of a moth
He caught
Delicately
He lets it live
Wishing only
To see
To gain
Some God
Meaning in
His meaningless
World meaningless
He knows no other
Seeking not
Finding
Another so
He wonders if
He has any
Meaning
Perhaps moth
Wings will tell

38§ [Orig 3/19/11]http://www.bethcarter.co.uk/