I am the Cyclops
(for Ovid)
I only see the world
Through one bitter eye:
"OMNIS IN ME MORTEM EST!"
I shout unto the sky
From an island of isolation
Watching days that float on by
As endless waters follow me
I dream about my beauty.
GALATEA:
(I'm drifting through a lover's night
with a boy I really like,
but disturbing dreams I have of you
have filled my heart with spite.)
POLYPHEMUS:
Unholy light pervades my cave--
In half darkness I reside
Thinking I am free to walk
Aimless as the flock I guide
Beneath a summer moon
Waiting for my special nymph
I raise my arms up to the stars
And shout for dissonance...
Through the lonely years
Full of emptiness
With a heart that's forged from rock,
And myths of awkwardness;
I smash sheep brains and call my home,
"Polyphemus Land!"
(GALATEA:)
I wish that I could save you--
Distraught though you may be,
Maybe if your father
Will let me swim the sea--
Maybe if you weren't so mean
And had another eye
We could live for everything--
You could love me all the time.
POLYPHEMUS:
You with the blond curls
You with my heart in hand
Let me die in peace,
Believing I'm a man.
(I shake my fists
and yell for one
who never will arrive.)
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