Cult

In a particular universe
Cyclops was a handsome man
whose finesse and culture
were renowned.
Young men unfortunate enough
to be binocular would
dig out an eye and break
their noses so they would
line up under the remaining
eye, and dress as He did,
some even going so far
— after he died in a skiing
accident, and was only
unclearly remembered —
would go so far as to
amputate one leg and
hop everywhere; others,
not to be outdone would
amputate one arm, and
even others, a testicle,
so revered was the gorgeous
Cyclos, in memory, at least;
until, ultimately, the lovely
Cycle herself was forgotten,
and only the cult of
Beauty remained.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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