Furies Of Hate Poem by David McLansky

Furies Of Hate



Can the Furies blood
Fed by hate
Metastasize and then abate
Purge itself
Of acid venom
Aroused he murder
Of Agamemnon?
Can their dog-like heads
And bleeding eyes
Their coiled snake hair
Metamorphose
Into that fragrant
Hazy vision
Of pretty maids
In floral derisions:
Can these three beasts
Relent revenge
And leave a mind
As yet unhinged?
Such is the power
Of a mother
That although she murder
Menelaus brother,
The Furies hate
Rides on and on,
Poor Orestes,
Poor Agamemnon.

Monday, June 24, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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