The SpartoĆ­

Beneath twenty teeth fashioned for bashing bone, I alone sit enameled in the earth's flesh and do not arouse contagion.

Cadmus then Jason, bullies both, throw stones at my brothers and watch as marrow-minded men, grown from one bone, savage each other like strangers.

And I, the errant seed, fostered in the black gums of Gaia's smile, slide into the open graves they leave behind.


Based on the Greek myth where warriors are grown from planted dragon's teeth. My first prose poem. As always, comments and concrit are welcome.