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.
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