Skulls and French Poets

Several months ago, my brother told me that he was going to France, and he asked me what I wanted him to bring back for me. I said that I wanted a skull from a dead French poet. He said that he would try, but I never got my skull. I did not explain why I wanted the skull, but I can relate part of the story here.

—On Promise
The Minotaur came to me and told me where to find
the skull of a dead French poet.
“The skull,” he said,
“would bring the promise of peace and renewed well-being
for our weary race.”

But that old trickster thinks I’m a fool.
He just wants the skull for himself
and will snatch it from my hands the moment I display the relic.
Why should I believe a man who has a magical bull’s head?