An extract from my epic poem The Way of Trilobites, available on Amazon. See my book links.
Thou, Minos, know I’m weary of all things, Of wars and deaths and cabbages and kings. I wield that battered shield that is the sky, And with my strength protect what ‘neath doth lie: But what when Earth itself would wish to die?
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