Poseidon

There once was sand upon the sea which did

Not sink below the waves. Under the east,

between the stream, the gulf consumed a kid

of sand. A boy, a girl, a thing, a beast.

The King and Queen who claimed the treachery

did not expect the thing to theft the throne.

But when it did, they did claim lechery.

"The thing was filth, forgotten useless bones."

But citizens could recognize no king,

for men are kings, women their queens. But moss’d

Minds never pine like human flesh, but ping

and ting and ring. Echoes of causes lost.

So kill, he did, every last citizen.

The price he had to pay to rid a sin.