Sight

From atop her
rocky perch, the
Sphinx
                watches
as up Oedipus’
rugged road they
                                  come

Lion, Kraken
Chimaera, Dragon
Cerberus, Centaur
Typhon and Bull

She cleans her paws,
sharpens her claws
and whets the
                             riddles
by which she is
                                fed

Until she spies the
                                       Gorgon
Medousa
the once beautiful,
wearing the men 
she has 
               maimed
as snakes 
upon her head

                                 Oh, Sister?
calls the Sphinx
                                  Have you not yet tired of your games?
                                  Are all the men not yet the same?
                                  Come, sit beside me on my sunny rock, 
                                  that I may share what I have gleaned
                                  from all my ages as a fiend.

But Medousa only
                                    laughs
and shaking out
her serpent  
mane, slithers on,
                                    stoning 
all 
who cross her
                            path

And the
                Sphinx
her black eyes
wet
shakes her
                     head
and curls back up
silently
to await the
                        dead

© s rogers 2008

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