It’s not just bull

Sitting vigil last night, I lingered on the final stanza of the hymn I wrote to Poseidon Taureos: All who feast upon the meat or profit from the sale or leverage the strength or dance between the horns or flee the trampling hoof or seek freedom ‘pon its back owe you a debt Zeus himself

Poseidon Taureos

I write this hymn as offering to the vital bull Poseidon Taureos, strength of the sea. Ever have mighty bulls been sacred to you O rager against rocks. You who sent the Tauros Kretaios to ensure mere mortals could provide sacrifice befitting a king. So glorious was that creature of your design that it did