Saturday, June 10, 2017



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 7


(Nanny Iananna reappears on stage. She is disheveled and more than distraught.)



Iananna:
Queen Ioacaste
Is dead!

Strophe:
The Princes
Polynieces and Haemon
Are dead!
Polynieces attacked
Antigone
When he learned
His sister
was about to bear
Haemon,
His arch rival,
a child.

Antistrophe:
After the Queen
Stabbed
blind Tiresias
To death,
Prince Creon
With no one
To stop him,
Announced himself
the new King
Of Thebes.

Strophe and Antistrophe::
(recite alternative verses)
Prince
Creon
announced
Causus belli:

He told everyone
King Oedipus
Is a spy
from Corinth
Sent to Thebes
To initiate
A change
Of government
And a new
Theology.

With no forest
To hide in,
Our God
had little choice,
But to conform
To centralized
Secular authority.

Prince Eteokles
soon became
commander
Of Creon’s army
Of fools
Bred to plague
Thebes.

Latest news!
Latest news!
At the seventh gate
of Thebes
Eteokles has
Been killed

King Creon
Is feeding
Prince Polyneices’s
Bones
To the dogs.

Princes Antigone
Has died in childbirth:
Her son was born
Feet first.

Princes Ismene weeps
As she gives
Suck
To her sister’s
newborn.

Queen Europa,
Drunk on henbane
Laced beer.
has hung herself.

Hear! Hear!
King Creon’s wife
Has strangled him.
Euridyce
Now swings
By a bedsheet
Out her window.

If I count them,
(The still born,
The guards,
Not least King Polybus,
King Oedipus’s father)
Fifteen
Of Thebes’s court,
The last
Of King Agenor’s
dynasty,
all illegitimate heirs
Of American democracy,
Are stretched dead
Before our eyes.

Iananna:
(Cries out, then swoons before King Oedipus, who has stood to oneside as if forgotten throughout the melodrama)

O God!
O King!
O Father!
O Abbu! Abbu!
Nothing,
But the dead,
And your daughter
Ismene,
And grandson,
(Antigone’s son)
Still covered
By the goo
of afterbirth
and hardly breathing,
is left you
for sugar.





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