The result of my deed,
opened mom’s womb,
and the Cyclops
and Titans were freed.
The blood from the genitals,
became the furies, giants
and the water elementals.
(I kept fire, thinking
I’ll need it later.)
When Uranus’s penis
landed in the sea,
the foam made another Goddess,
of which the mortals adopted,
as an idol for Love and Beauty.
My dad was cursed
with androgyny,
and remained
as the sky for eternity.
Mom remained lovingly tender,
with father, she started to heal,
when they slept together,
on the still horizon.
But I was now king,
and when everything
was content again,
I was spending evenings,
charting the stars.
One night, I found
the one, called Saturn.
Rhea was my perfect mate,
she copied
my astronomical notes,
and gave copies to the fates.
Amusing me,
they made another category,
from my charts
and called it astrology.
They danced
the celestial spiral,
and started
their spinning wheel,
that made the thread
for mortal destiny.
During my 29th year,
and the 9th month of Rhea’s
first pregnancy,
Gaia, one day said,
“Cronus my dear,
it’s time for your oracle.”
The messenger came,
one day later,
in the guise of a bird,
and told me my fate in my ear.
“What goes around
comes around.”
Then the bird died in my hand.
A compilation of rollicking cuts from this Australian post-punk band that plays like a hybrid of the Velvets and the Stooges. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2017