We Caged the Minotaur
by JD DeHart

When we first found him,
he was so alive
playing his little game
at the center of that
whatever it's called.

Now he just sits, listless
with empty eyes. T-shirt
sales spiked two months

Since then, the interest
has waned. Nobody wants
to see a sad, moping, dull
creature of lore.

Pretty soon we'll ship him
off and he can spend his
final sad days in a sadder
zoo and all of us will have
moved on.

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