Not a word in reply to that, the ruthless brute.
Lurching up. He lunged with his hands towards my men
and snatching two at once, rapping them up on the ground
he knocked them dead like pups –
their brains gushed out all over, soaked the floor –
and ripping them limb to limb to fix his meal
he bolted them down like a mountain lion, left no scrap,
devoured entrails, flesh, bones, marrow and all!
We flung our arms to Zeus, we wept and cried aloud,
looking on at his grisly work – paralyzed and appalled.
But once the Cyclops had stuffed his enormous gut
With human flesh, washing it down with raw milk,
He slept in his cave, stretched out along with his flocks.
Homer: Circe and the Cyclops
