Dr. Zeus – Book XIIII – Canto I

Of sex and incest
And all that is best,
Of how what has been said
Can not be made dead,
Of how Future, she lies with Fate
Waiting patiently for that final date,
Of the man who embodies this most
Though that honour, it is nothing to boast
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
For while things got somewhat weird
It was not that which made Apollo feared
Rather it was the one whom was killed
Causing a prophecy to be half fulfilled
For men are, in fact, quite different than gods
And killing your king, well that puts us at odds

Oedipus Tyrannos Oh How Does He Stand This?

My dear friend Tiresies
How have you just come into this

Summoned then by the tyrant of Thebes
For he had a great love of his Plebes

The people, they were crushed under terrible plague
And for his help, they did repeatedly beg

But on this task, he had already started
And his brother, Creon, had for Delphi departed

For my son of prophecy would see the way
And show what caused this blighted day

But you, my friend, you already knew
You knew, indeed, why this drama grew

For the king before tyrant had the name of Lius
And well, killing him?  that’s not very Pius

On the land, this act, it did cause a stain
And that was enough for my son to give pain

So it seemed to be that all the people were needing
Was a little bit of deep spirit cleaning

Thus this is why they brought you here
So the killer’s identity, you, could make clear

But you – Oh you – my poor dear friend
Your troubles, they never do end

But you – Oh you – you wish to escape
You have no desire to lead them to Fate

Stuttering and sputtering it seemed you were stalling
And your actions, Oedipus, he found them appalling

You refused to answer – he then accused you!
And with that, the truth you could no long eschew

From your lips came forth name “Oedipus”
As the court stared, completely incredulous

“Me?”  he raged, apoplectic
Making the palace even more hectic

“You and Creon, you must be conspiring,
It’s my throne you two are desiring!

“And if a scheme, you are not in the middle
Then why’d you not help with that damnable riddle?”

But as you can’t aid with each situation
You didn’t acknowledge that foul accusation

You progressed the story, as you knew it should
Saying “Your parents, my knowledge understood.”

And with your role done, you then left the stage
But your import, how it rings through the age

For even long after you’ve gone home to bed
This tale revolves ‘round what you’ve already said

“You’re son’ll kill the father and mary the mother,
This is his fate, there is no other.”

WIth these words you once before spoke
His future you’d shown to be broke

However, while you and I know what is to come
These people, let us let them have their fun

So for now let’s continue with what they do know
Even if it makes our progression slow

This future you told Laius, and Jocasta his wife
So they made a plan – one to avoid such strife

They ordered a guard to kill their son
But for him, this thing, it couldn’t be done

And not wanting to cause unholy pollution
Instead he devised another solution

The child he gave to a kindly shepherd
And of this deceit he breathed nary a word

So to wealthy Corinth that baby did go
And, to be a prince, that baby did grow

And thus it seem his fate had been changed
But Future – Oh! – she’s so very strange

For Oedipus heard he was no mothers son
So something, he decided, it must be done

At Delphi, Oedipus, he did seek the truth
But when does she ever clearly say sooth

She said what you’d said before
And that being said his jaw hit the floor

Looking to avoid this horrible fate
He hit the road – he could not wait!

But he was such a fool that during his wanderings
On this statement he did no ponderings

With a new horror having been said
He forgot all about his new prior dread

For he truly had not the wit of his mother
Neither the adoptive, nor either the other

But now, back and then in the Theben court
Laius’s death, Oediupus attempted to sort

“At the middle of three roads, he had meet his doom
This proves” Jocasta said, “the profit a loon

“For, in the end, he was killed by a thief
And while sad, I must admit, ‘twas a relief

“For this proved that augury false
Freeing me to follow any impulse.”

And with her assurance complete
She looked down and up, eyes sultry and sweet

But to Oedipus the tale seemed somewhat familiar
His entrance to Thebes, it seemed to be similar

At a crossroad he had been harassed without end
So off to Dis, their souls, he did send

The sphynx, only after, did her solve her plight
Causing the Thebans to love him with all their might

The puzzle pieces though, he could not connect
But his motherly wife, the truth, did suspect

But rather than let her happiness die
She still insisted  “All prophecies lie.”

The quandary, for him, proved too great a test
And so this matter, he did put to rest

But Fate, so great, will not be denied
And so, another route, she then supplied

A messenger from Corinth soon did come
Polybus fresh dead, they searched for his son

Him, they were looking, to site on the throne
For to a great man they’d heard he’d grown

Oh, but Oedipus, he still did worry
He would not answer, he would not hurry

For though his father he could no longer kill
Half the prophecy, he was fearing still

But the messenger, he tried to assure
And from what he said, the truth, one could infer

For while he had been raised their son
From them, he had not initially come

A man who had a shepherd’s profession
Passed a child to their possession

And this was all Jocasta did need
Did need to know the truth indeed

But rather than let her happiness die
She still insisted  “All prophecies lie.”

But Oedipus, who was thick in the skull
On these facts did uselessly mull

He asked the man from the wealthy city
“Who gave him the babe – was it out of pity?”

He gave his answer without any pause
It was a guard of Laius, but he knew not the cause

So dismissing the man he summoned another
Hoping, the truth, he would finally uncover

The guard now before him stood unnaturally erect
And his every question, he tried to deflect

But Oedipus, having finally grown weary
Threatened torture, if he did not answer his query

With this his resolve, it finally did sway
And said Laius, the babe, gave him to slay

And so, seeing her happiness die
Jocasta ran screaming “All prophecies lie!”

Thus Oedipus, so slow to thought
Had finally unraveled Fate’s dreaded plot

Chasing after his mother, as well his wife
He eventually found her, having taken her life

Seeing, then, what he thought was their sin
He took from her hair a beautiful pin

And, really, it must come as no surprise
That he used it to stick and gouge out his eyes

But it was not the incest which had angered us gods
It was only the murder of Laius which had put us at odds

But how could he see the truth, being caught in the middle
After all, he’d answered wrong the sphinx’s riddle

‘Twas he, not man, with three legs after noon
For from unbreakable rock is each future hewn

And so it is shown that none escape fate
What can we do but sit, and wait

So, my friend, who yet blind, can see
Can you say what, in the end, will happen to me?

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