Poems, Imitations & Translations

Saturday

Oresteia - Chorus (5)



Cassandra:

Cursed with second sight
I must recite
what’s coming

for us both
your deathmy death
the Asian chick

you've brought back
from abroad
the cookie-cutter

candy-sweet
you’re counting on
for love

Why can’t you see
it isn’t me
you need?

Nor is it only
me
who wants you

dead

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