It was in a rage
that Menoetius cursed his mother,
furious that she implicated doom
in the naming of her son.
It was in a rage again
that Menoetius cursed his father,
livid that he’d been roughly hewn
and to violence he succumbed.
It was in a rage against himself
that Menoetius coerced the thunder.
Even before the bolt had boomed
he knew his anger was outdone.
Regardless, he had won;
only with rage, can rage be numbed.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
It was in a rage
that Menoetius cursed his mother,
furious that she implicated doom
in the naming of her son.
It was in a rage again
that Menoetius cursed his father,
livid that he’d been roughly hewn
and to violence he succumbed.
It was in a rage against himself
that Menoetius coerced the thunder.
Even before the bolt had boomed
he knew his anger was outdone.
Regardless, he had won;
only with rage, can rage be numbed.
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