Why did he weep,
the tough old soldier,
the voyager who had seen so many things,
hiding his face with his cloak
out of shame?
Why did he sob
as the bard sang of Achilles,
in the court of King Alcinous,
one night far from home?
Only the crushed can be so tender,so strong,
the dead so alive.
Can you breathe at all,
are you still here,or there,
in the place we call the world?
You have only come
so that I can lose you;
that is your purpose,
all ends and endings,
sensed without comprehension
till the silence has its way.
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