Oedipus
When I say who and you say you,
I realize: nothing I can do.
When I say why and you say fate,
I still feel it’s myself I hate.
The what and where, the when and how:
Inconsequential details now.
The Three Fates
The Parcae are trying to knit a sweater.
Clothos spins wool but mistakes the amount.
Lachesis, distracted, measures the thread wrong.
Atropos cuts short because she can’t count.
They botch their tasks out of boredom or vanity.
Such is the common fate of humanity.
David Galef
