Timothy Lawton

Late September, 1995

The bloody eyes of Oedipus have but one source
Pride
Your mother is no whore and your father would still be
Alive
But rage with fire passion sire
Anger was your sin on that sanguine road
Your father dead or your mother in your bed
How could you have known?
Oedipus Oedipus you’re no Rex
You forgot your heart and let anger rule your head
Your gouged and bloody eyes blind
Yet you never saw past your pride
Your suffering, pain,anguish, and groans
Repentance for sins you need not atone
Your sword still a diamond in your mind
How you’d suffer no insult if only you weren’t blind