The Cavern Leading to the Muses
When Linus first invented rhythm with
A melody in song, the beauty came
Ideal — so lovely that a sacred myth
Could not compete. Apollo could not tame
A thing so perfect, so he had to kill
The poet. Deity must never lose
With humans, so the great one felt a shrill
Hostility. A god will not excuse
Impertinence in men. Don’t touch the Ark.
Don’t make a chord-like breakthrough in the arts.
Do not obtrude upon Olympus. Dark
That comes from harsh divinity’s bright hearts
Shall crash against you. No one can help save
You. You will be an image in a cave.