#oedipusrex
A star-crossed son was born
To the father whom he would ****
And to the mother whom he would kiss
In incestuous, marital vow one day
Welts upon his feet
Found in the forest, a baby crying,
He grew wise and wrong
Unaware of a conspired world
When Oracles did speak to him
As drunken men and and as pretty women
He took their words upon his heart
Without eyes gouged and necks broken
Open eyes looking, truly seeing,
He did bear the revolting truth
Without nary complaint
To the Gods who cursed him
Thus, it was Laius who lived
And it was Polybus who died
And it was Jocasta who did not see
Her son at the bejewelled altar
Rather, it was Merope, with her head turned,
Who saw dear Oedipus at the altar
Obeying the Will of the Gods
But to what ends?
He was meant to punish; to defy; to incite all evils
Not adhere to this cruel destiny
And now it is the wrong mother-wife
Whom he kisses, unravelling, in linen sheets
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC