craft of the titans

the paper maché pegasus
standing
with wings unfurled
in the sunny
spring afternoon
drifting lazily
through the curtained window
watching over the land
with a faint smile
drawn
upon it’s college rule
notebook skin

somewhere
a pipe cleaner
perseus
journeys
into the perilous
styrofoam caverns
in which the fates
stand around a cauldron
with a sliver
of dry ice
roiling across
the pockmarked cave floor
of construction paper

the gods
watch
from their perch
upon
mount olympus
their plastic hands
clutching
the edge
of the wooden block mountain
to witness
the folly of man
as the water bubbles
to signal
the awakening
of the fierce
kraken

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