Of Cities and Citybred Monsters
By © E. Antons
Benjamiņš, 2017
It has come to be that the atheist-controlled community of government has become the fake Godhead over the community of Nature. Likewise, government has made itself to become the People.
The
Great Grandson of God (a play)
(A
retelling of the story of King Oedipus)
Episode
3
King
Oedipus:
Come, Creon!
What say
the Sun’s maids?
Speak before all.
We’re gathered here
For you
To hear you!
Everyone in Thebes
Has one and the same
Anxiety and pain.
Prince
Creon:
King, Oedipus,
Have you forgot?
The state is based
On honesty
And believability.
There cannot be doubt
About this.
Else it fails.
But when doubt comes live,
My name turns
and becomes
And my mace must
Protect your neck.
It’s no joke
We’re men
Who dare not fear death.
What I have to tell
Is not a story
That I have made up.
It is told by temple maids
Whose ears are licked
By the tongues
of honey bees
bringing honey from
linden trees in bloom.
King
Oedipus:
You’re not the one
Who will make me
think twice.
Prince
Creon:
You said it!
So be it!
At your peril then
Here are
The oracle’s very words:
“Go weed your garden,
Before
the weeds
Grow
roots
Beyond
the reach
Of
your spade.”
King
Oedipus:
What weeds, what roots
Are you talking about?
The harvest season is
over.
The harvesters are already
of harvest
And loosening the corn
From the its ear.
Prince
Creon:
The weed, Great King,
Is a man.
It is a man
Who flees from death.
It is this rabid rabbit
who must be
Eradicated from Thebes.
The maids did not
Name him.
We must discover him
For ourselves.
If we fail, Thebes
will be renamed Death.
We will then become
And be cursed
As the hiding place
Of murderers.
King
Oedipus:
A murderer in Thebes?
Where?
Prince
Creon:
It is no secret,
King Oedipus,
That before you
Came to Thebes,
Its King was King Laius,
The grandson of
King Cadmus,
Thebes founder.
King Cadmus killed
The guardian serpent of
the Citheron
Mountain range.
The Serpent,
Claiming
Mother Earth’s Protection
Lied about
the whereabouts
Of Cadmus’s sister Europa.
Whom Zeus, a fake God,
had raped,
then fucked silly.
Unable to bear children
Europa was whoring
At the holy temple
at Corinth.
King
Oedipus:
I’ve heard of this king.
But leave his story
for another day.
It is our duty now
To find the killer.
Who of you,
Knows where to start
looking?
Is there a trace
Of the murderer anywhere?
Prince
Creon:
We must begin
By looking
among our own.
We must query
The least suspected.
King
Oedipus:
Was King Laius killed
In Thebes
Or while on a hunt?
I’ve heard
That a herder of elk,
Turned into a hunter,
Angered
for having to slay
His elk to pay taxes,
Killed Laius.
Prince
Creon:
King Laius had
a secret randezvous
With persons unknown,
Perhaps some traders
From foreign lands.
The meeting took place
In the wood.
King Laius never returned.
Neither did his body
guards,
But one.
King
Oedipus:
Secret meeting are risky.
What did the survivor say?
Did he tell what happened?
How many were
the attackers?
Prince
Creon:
The survivor suffered
From a concussion.
He could not remember
Anything clearly.
He did say that
The King was buried
In a wallow
of wild pigs
The man promised
To lead us to the grave.
But he was soon poisoned.
Therefore, we could not
return the king’s holy remains
to Thebes.
King
Oedipus:
So the poisoner
Lives among us?
Did the man have a wife?
Prince
Creon:
He was not married.
Before he was promoted
As a tax collector
He used to clean
The king’s
Livestock barns and
privies.
King
Oedipus:
Was there an
investigation?
Price
Creon:
We did find a butcher,
A man
A kitchen maid
Pointed out to us.
She had been laid
on the butcher table
Once too often.
She believed that
A marriage bed was better
A buffalo cow
hooked the butcher
on her horns,
when he came
after her calf.
The butcher died.
King
Oedipus:
Thank you, Creon.
That will do.
Dear, Thebans!
Whoever killed King Laius,
Endangers us all!
We must catch this monster,
Who hides among us.
Our Jerusalem,
Our sanctuary,
Our refuge
from enemies abroad,
must be purified.
Mothers and children
must be
able to walk safely
Thebe’s streets again.
Tiresias:
Rise, Thebans!
King Oedipus
Risked his life
And liberated us
from the Sphinx once.
We must trust that
He will do so again.
Strophe:
Dearest, Sun,
Goddess of hope,
Come, shed your light,
Over all being.
May our king
Recapture his Godhead.
Antistrophe:
Tiresias,
Why curse you not
The hunters’s king,
The cowardly master
of ceremonies of
spectacles of blood?
How many elk have had
Their throats cut
And heads nailed to walls?
How many of our soldiers
Have been hung
by our neighbors
By their legs from rafters
and made spit
Their own testis
into the dust?
Why must laws
Made in the city
Overrule nature?
You used to speak
For the Sphinx!
Have you swallowed
Your tongue?
The youths of Thebes
Now call you
Uncle Jerk.
Tiresias:
Fools!
Did you not hear
Me tell the King
That children
(young and old)
will praise him
If he lays down
his life for them?
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