Desperate Measure
Eurydice, she knew the gods too well.
She knew that they would find a way to harm
Herself, her lover, and her love. Lost hell
Was where that Pluto lived forever. Charm
Him? That was possible. The poet had
Done just that. She had witnessed yet again
How utter was his gift. She knew, still, bad
Would come, no matter what. No kind amen
Was possible with pettish gods. She knew
That they would find a way to torture her.
And then it hit her. They would leave her blue
And thin as air, a bit of air to slur.
..She called her husband’s name. He turned and saw.
….She fled her fate back into Hades’ craw.