On Boeotian Roads
careful: this Oedipus
we are to meet
at the fork of Boeotian roads
no: he’s not the mythological Oedipus
despite the forever elephantiasis
the gout, the acromegaly
he suffers from
I tell you he has nothing to do with the old Oedipus
He hasn’t killed his father,
go and tell it to Iocasta,
he’s not to get married to his mother
leave him alone and he’ll move on
and then, soon enough, he’ll vanish forever
but that black dog
lying in the middle of the sunlit road
sunlit from the sun that will go down
asleep or dead among the donkey poops
eh, he’s something
remember it: the dog is the Sphinx of the myth
that tumbled
when she realized
that her secret
didn’t exist anymore
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