andromache after troy

Sing, o Andromache, the lament of Hector.

You held a dead man’s body while his heart was still beating

And only watched as he walked steadily to his fate.

Who else has been widowed to a man not yet buried?

Let the poets sing of his battles and his glory;

The women will sing for those left behind by cruel Destiny

Never a part of the story until it’s over.

Speak to the dead and throw away honor and morals,

The living hold nothing for you once the body is buried.

Call out to the shade of the life you once had;

Reach for the silhouette of someone you could never keep.

Weep, weep, only your voice will be heard in this song.

Look at yourself and know that you

Are only a shadow of your former self.

Now this shadow is only grief

grief

grief.