Greek Tragedy
Em McCaughey
Those with Ichor in their veins
Watch you in their vanity;
The Owl, the Ocean and their King,
They love a good Greek tragedy.
Worship them, revere them,
They will suffer no blasphemy.
Sing all praises to their name,
To avoid your own Greek tragedy.
Ignore them or mock them,
It can only end in agony.
They see your Hubris as a threat to their own,
Do not become their Greek tragedy.
They will treat you as their plaything,
Frolic with your sanity.
Learn from Sisyphus and Oedipus too,
The original Greek tragedy.
Sisters and Fathers, Mothers and Sons,
They call themselves a family.
But they will punish each other all the same,
They make their own Greek tragedy.
Weep on my shoulder, rage at their whims,
Show them your humanity.
Then tell me you love me and head off to war
Our own beautiful Greek tragedy.