I've got a series of poems in here
about Greek mythological figures because those stories just
never get old, do they?
It's so remarkable.
So this is in the voice of Eurydice
after she gets left behind, when Orpheus takes off out
of the Underworld.
"Eurydice".
"Why couldn't you just trust that I would follow?
Now I'm dodging hijackers in Hell,
who can't stop looking for the virgins they were promised,
while back on the ranch you sing to the almond trees and lemurs,
your beauty made great by your loss.
If I came as close as I dared to the border,
if I begged you, if I prayed, would you
come down to the plane of my suffering?
Would you touch me?
Not as the god you've become, but as the man who
returns from wounding exile."