Phaistos Disc - Giant Squid

Record what transpired

Don’t let those who follow

Deduce in strain

Let the disc illustrate

Why our children’s bones are flayed

Our axes fell not in vain

When the water retreated

Star shaped stomachs remained

Digesting those too slow

The rest were simply maimed

Sadistic spines on hellacious hides

A sting would mean

Extra arms growing from your sides

Ceremoniously

We severed each ill placed limb

And buried them deep

So as not to crawl again

Let the disc serve as warning

Never unearth these graves

For I fear our progeny

Would sprout from the remains