Medea's Cauldron

Medea can cut up an old ram,
put it in a pot, have it come out
a spring lamb. She's gifted.
Not getting any younger, Pelias
likes the idea, has his daughters
dismember him for the cauldron.
Piously anxious, the daughters wait.
Medea stands, magnificently tall,
contemplating. The old order,
sacrificed to the new, returns
the compliment: witch-goddess
defeats patriarch, with his connivance.