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4. A favorite myth or myths of this deity Deck beneath your feet- years since you've been steady Been land bound even. Here you are the waves and wood, Are at their mercy, but in the teeth and arms All men forget the gods. Until you take aboard Dark-locked, red mouthed, bright-eyed. A king might pay A ransom for his olive skin in fur but you- The breathless wild of him- hit your knees And beg. Your brothers call you fool. They have A new course plotted for this boy, new cries to teach Lips thick enough to hide the teeth. The water Teaches too much hunger to spurn so sweet a Calf. Yet still your head stays bowed- respect Or fear, or that unworded bliss of knowing something else. His smile draws blisters on your neck, and you hear Pipework, and in the corners of your eyes the world undoes itself Like garments, snake laced and trailing vines. Your ship Unsensed, your brothers seized and over thrown Their arms against their sides in uncut leather. Your mouth is filled with blood or grapes or him As he lifts you, voice a bellow, to uneven feet.
