ATROPOSMAN

He is a fragment from earth’s inner – unfathomed – depths
and he has the light of sun on his face.
Shaped naturally with grace
he steps his toes on the ground
breeds life out of soil.
He is
the most wanted – desire
the cruellest – disaster
at the same time –
He holds in his hand
the delicious water of lust
to quench the eternal thirst –
And in his other hand –
the abhorred shears

ready to cut

the mother thread of life.

Atropos, in Greek mythology, was one of the three Moirai, goddesses of fate and destiny. She was choosing the mechanism of death and ending the life of mortals by cutting their threads.