Theseus sailed across the blue Aegean Sea
With his childhood friends,
To sacrifice to the cruel king,
To face his nemesis
In the labyrinth of his genes.
Lapis lazuli eyes were painted on the prow
To steer through storm and see through night
And navigate his chromosomes.
Theseus enters the maze of fate
To meet his Minotaur,
The monster we all must face
In some dark alley at some dead end.
He must walk all corridors of pain,
Try each and every door,
Although nearly all of them
Will lead to hidden guillotines,
Acid baths, piranha pools
Or bottomless pits.
Ariadne, where art thou Princess?
Bare breasted Minoan girl,
Who spun his tenuous thread of life
From the fleece of the golden ram.
You gave him the ball of wool
Which unraveled cell by cell
As he unwound his way towards his Minotaur.
Theseus may kill the beast.
That was always a figment of his fear.
He may walk out of the labyrinth
With shorn hair and snow white skin,
His broken blade smoking with black blood.
He will follow Ariadne’s thread
Through the twists and turns of grief,
Through the fast rewind of his life.
He will stand once more
On the shores of the blue Aegean Sea,
As the black sails of his ship
Crack, and fill with the freshening breeze.