~

When Cronos

    Dethroned

His Father from seat,

 

He sat at

    The same spot

The Pater had sat.

 

Ouranos, in turn,

    Reverted to speech:

 

“Look what you’ve done,

    My favorite son.

 

The breach you entreat

Shall only repeat.

 

Bewrought in all wrong,

It’s ever undone.

 

All which was cherished,

Divine or discrete,

 

Is perished

    Forever,

Down by defeat.

 

No longer

    Shall order

Be stronger,

    But weak,

 

Now that

    Internecine

Back-biting’s

    Released.”

 

~

And Cronos,

    In turn,

He too was so spurned,

 

Though safeguards

Were set into place,

 

By those whom he sired,

Their actions inspired,

 

Even when

    One by one

His children

    He ate.

 

~

So thus began

The troubles of Man:

 

Infractions

    Legate,

And Man

    Emulates

 

The actions 

    By gods,

Which gods

    Vindicate.

 

The Sins of the Fathers,

The Sons, imitate.

~

 

 

©2014, Marvin Welborn

21 May 2014.