Discoid, huge, shining like the sun <br />redder, though, and far more irritated <br />shocking to see, pulsing, infiltrated, <br />starred with veins and veins, <br />the one sole eye of Polyphemus shone <br />wicked, hippic <br />and dilated with the drink it had absorbed- <br />hooded, half, in drowsy-drunken slumber. <br />The cave, the cave stank of sheeps' dung and nard <br />and shook, shook with the grumblings of thunder <br />while the fire higher burned <br />fed by the mast they'd sharpened and prepared, <br />and when it closed in full he gave the word: <br />seven men (it took at least that many) <br />hoisted the pike and starting from the rear <br />swallowing their fear <br />ran with gathering steam against the heavy <br />lidded orb, buryin the fired point <br />like a fork into a melon <br />into the sinkhole of light on which, therefore, <br />darkness closed forever- <br />life would be better from now on. <br />Then with a ruse that every child knows <br />each a-clutch a rams' wooley belly <br />escaped to the ship <br />and sailed over the horizon; <br />Yet he couldn't resist a backward quip <br />even to the backwards son of Neptune <br />he was the Ulysses, after all, deft and clever, <br />and thinking perhaps of Penelope's <br />weaving arms, one better <br />answered the tyrants' vain enquiries: <br />No one did it! Check the spelling. No one!<br /><br />robert dickerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blinding-of-polyphemus/
