Cronus Ate His Children
In pristine marble structures
that remind him of home
The mighty Titan sits
with other mighty men
They speak of weapons
They speak of guns
He holds his sickle
the Reaper's blade
The god of time
thinks of semi-automatics
Mad with power
Persuaded by pride
Cronus ate his children
and now these men eat theirs
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