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