The Furies Are Here...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Oedipus
come quick
the Furies are
here

long-haired sharp-eyed
women, the conscience
witches of our times

seeing our wrongs and
misdeeds, our shortcomings
and our lies

what do we do now
Oedipus?
shall we pluck out our
eyes?
shall we stab ourselves
with our swords

O, Tiresias!
What truths did we
not seeclearly
on a very bright day?
what bleak future
do we get?

Run, Run,
The Furies are all here

Our guilt
and Our punishments
how could we ever
volunteer
to be our own punishers?

Damn, Damn these Feelings
These guilt!
I will claim nothing

I am but a victim of
Fate
An embroidered Destiny
What Fault have I?

lISTEN, AND lISTEN too well
the babies are crying.