Eurydice Is Still Angry
Of course, I followed you everywhere-
just three steps behind, in fact,
like a good little wife,
didn’t you hear me when I cried for you
to lead me out of the darkness?
How dare you doubt me?
I know I’m just a trophy wife
in other’s eyes a tribute to your manhood,
Don’t project your faithless, fickle heart on me;
try to tether me with a glare.
Fool! If I could just reach you,
I’d tear you to pieces myself.
What do you have to cry about?
Look at what you did to me,
It’s a goddam Greek tradgedy!
It's been hanging around a while, and I can't decide if its done.
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