hunt of jove

3/10/2004

io never knew what hit her
she ran but the mist overtook
invaded her like gods' love to do
penetrating the hearts of mortals
or bellies in io's case. she
couldn't know what fate would await
that poor girl which allowed herself
taken by unfaithfulness incarnate
to roam as some wife's possession
a piece of cattle, to graze old ranges
until mercy ungirdles her old beef
sets poor io free, hooves and all
the moral: dont be caught too soon
a restless wind is a safer home