Eyes & Voices Poem by Stan Petrovich

I
The two eyes emanate rays,
Thought a Greek philosopher,
Who also smelled the Minotaur,
Stinking as he watched an outdoor play.

While the Chorus chanted
And the audience cringed,
Oedipus put out his eyes. singed,
As the meaning was being ranted.

'Mother, may I? ' the theme evolved,
To suggest a thing or two,
Such as the motherly master glue,
And symphonically the cringe devolved.

II
In the desert, my protagonist focused,
The searing heat boiling his head,
Until of dehydration he was dead,
A victim of chance, showing his corpse to us.

As well, it showed many moons in the sky,
A gas giant planet churning up storms,
Like the eyes of hurricanes were simply the norms,
And the crystal engine was voicing on high,

How there was a ringing in the sky!
Inhuman but projected by man,
Where birds & beasts never fly,
Until it took Galileo to wonder why.