THE MERVYN THOMPSON INCIDENT



“Why do you skin me back from myself?”
cries anguished Marsyas, trussed to a tree
in the grove of Academe
while Maenads flay his hide, only this time
the satyr wears a placard declaring him a rapist.
               Ovid’s mistake
was to ascribe the duel to Apollo, when
it was his sister Diana,
chaste and stern,
and the duel wasn’t wind versus strings
but versatile social range against
absolute moral pitch in a chaotic age
(besides the laurels are always
awarded the Olympian).
                                              Even a goddess
reclining in the shade of his agony
tires of vengeance, and yearning
for moonlit hunts, she would not remove
her pale mask, would not
give an answer,
would not stay, and
departing the scene at the occidental spring
wondered
if some good would come of the lesson,
some brave new world

be born out of the scream.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

MAGICAL THINKING: THE OCCULT AND THE PHOTOGRAPHY OF FIONA PARDINGTON

WHY PETER GILDERDALE CAN GET STUFFED

THINKING ABOUT LUKE WILLIS THOMPSON