Ganymede 
by Josh LaMar


"Here I am! Come get me," 
he yells defiantly at the eagle.  
"Poor, beautiful boy," muses Zeus, 
"I may have a task for him..."

The eagle smirks, clutching its prey.  
Lust-abated, ego worshiping, pedophile! 
The boy weeps not in fear, 
but for uninebriated joy:
in exchange for bearing cup, 
Zeus will love him,
protect him, and cherish him;
as a permanent resident of Olympus,  
suffering soon ends;  
shall be lonely, nevermore!