Cronus
By Cian Thomas Ennis
Artwork by Rachel Kenny
Father bragged of his bawdy prize
Her beaming smile and kindling eyes
As we sauntered down to the mouldy slum
Pockets full of change and bellies full of rum
Ash upon ash and clay upon clay
The pistol the key and the bullet the way
Father told of gifts he sought
For a darling whose love could only be bought
Blight spread from the faux golden ring
He procured to place upon her wing
Ash upon ash and clay upon clay
The pistol the key and the bullet the way
Although the doors were laden with birch
The desolate disease at the window did lurch
What was sacrosanct was rendered disdainful
As Father’s mithering was that of the baneful
Ash upon ash and clay upon clay
The pistol the key and the bullet the way
Like Father, I go where my heart does roam
Therefore, I lie with my angel in the gloam
At the wedding, he bought drinks to address
How far you can get, with the price of a dress
Ash upon ash and clay upon clay
The pistol the key and the bullet the way
Ash upon ash and clay upon clay
The pistol the key and the bullet the way
Cronus devoured the heart of his son
Dealing with his guilt through the barrel of a gun
