THE EARLY DAYS

It was Gaia, my mother,
who put me on the task
of castrating my father
and God, Uranus,
who is now without rule,
in the sky, where he
remains as a master
atmospherist.

When my father
reigned as King,
He was not always set
with the hatred,
that eventually
set his fate.

In fact,
he was an optimistic
kind of guy.
He hung over us,
Giving us a sense
of protection.
Satisfaction to him was,
that everything is fine,
in his dominion.

Mom thought
he was promising,
like a clear blue sky.
Always in awe
of his craftsmanship,
on how he made
the starry night sky.

She thought him
to be humorous,
when some nights,
he would play with his
skin some more,
with streaks of light.

In the days
of their youth,
there was
plenty of wilderness
and no population
on the earth.

Mom ripened into a maiden,
and Dad came down
to the horizon
and touched the edges
of mom’s skin, very softly.

Her caves became moist,
The fire in father loins,
became a bio- chemistry
that swelled his sex
He mounted Gaia
and fertilized her,
with an electrical surge.

Gaia trembled from his thunder.
In Gaia’s belly, we ripened,
and were born,
as Cyclops and Titans.
How I got my name,
was mom’s doing.

She was tending to a black bird
with a messed up beak.
The obsession
was a focus during the
onslaught of labour pains,
and made me an easy delivery.
The pet name
that she had given me,
was Crow Nose.

But mortal tongue,
as etymology will show
gets a little crazy,
with cultural growth
from the root,
my name is known as Cronus.

As whom I unveil
my identity.

Mom treated us
all as equals.
Dad, thought
about the Cyclops,
a little less than
us Titans, because,
we could look up
to him, whereas,
the Cyclops, it seems
were always looking down,
at the ground,
for the other eye.

Now time
is an event I made,
from watching dad
slowly move his stars
across the night sky.
His art he said,
was to occupy space.
I thought it was
only a schematic plan.
that could be
a method of
explaining the distance
between then and now.

Dad looked at me
suspiciously.
and said with a whisper
that rustled the trees,
“Don’t you get smart with me.”

So as time went by,
we got to know
our other Titan,
as brothers
and sisters,
together we roamed the land,
and frolic as lovers.
That’s when Rhea, my sister,
took my hand as my wife.

Mom was without a strife
about our pleasures,
she could now spend more time,
tending to the woodlands,
mountains and pastures.

Dad was on a routine,
day and night.
But then, something
was happening,
there seem to be more clouds,
during the daylight.

It was one night,
I started to think with a drink,
if Uranus was spilling his ink.

I was transfixed on a red star,
when Rhea came to my side,
with a frown, and spoke
to me about, our father’s
mental breakdown.

She was talking with mom.
Gaia said to her, how dad grew
to dislike the Cyclops.
I replied, with mortal introspection,
the thought was predictable,
Since they were all simpletons,
with only one eye,
and busy looking for the other one.
But, Dad should know,
what’s above so below,
It’s possible that God’s
have faulty semen.
Bah! a low mortal trait is repulsion.

But, Rhea said
it was a mood not right!
he talks to mom about us too.
How we stay up all night,
with our merriment,
then sleep half the day away,
without noticing him
carrying the sun.

In his eyes, we’re all
good for nothing’s.

Well I said, isn’t that what
the Golden Age is all about,
doing nothing but having fun!
Ah! What do you think
about that ?

I guess you’re right Rhea said.
With an agreeable smile,
she put my hand in her crotch.
She was wet as dew,
with a look I knew,
I got virile, gristle
with a purple head.

There was a truth
in Rhea’s words,
as the days and nights
progressed,
we were all preoccupied,
with our adventures.
But, I noticed that,
Mom looked a little hurried,
and not at rest.
Again to Rhea she did confess;
your father is in a irritable mood...
I’m not having a good harvest
the days have been
cloudy ever since.....

And so it was,
and night time too.
there were no stars about.
and I had nothing to do.