Memorial

Weaving,

Fortunes having been apportioned

Always had a feeling it would happen

A blade or an arrow in the dark

Drowning stars at the limits of the evening

A red tail simmering and dying

Tonight two confederates will part

Andromache,

Planted on the brink of disaster, asks

What more is there to say than I've

Already said?

Tell me now, what more is there to do?

Don't ask of me,

Darkened by a glimpse of the aftermath,

What more is there to love than I already have?

Tell me now, what more is there to lose?

Steeling,

Law-bound to carry out a mandate,

Pulses hammering in tandem,

Unreadiness enveloping the earth,

And the defender

Iridescent, eyeing the horizon,

Andromache is slipping from his mind now,

An absence growing in the world

Andromache,

Planted on the brink of disaster, asks

What more is there to say than I've

Already said?

Tell me now, what more is there to do?

Don't ask of me,

Darkened by a glimpse of the aftermath,

What more is there to love than I already have?

Tell me now, what more is there to lose?

His wife was Andromache

One day he looked at her quietly

He said I know what will happen

Here come

The man

No no no

The show,

It must

Go on

Andromache,

Angel of

the white arms