PLAY #294: THIS IS NOT YOUR TRAGEDY, CREON or ANTIGONE PART ELEVEN (OCT 13)

CREON sits weeping.

CHORUS enter.

 

CREON

no news

there is no more news

that a man can bear

 

CHORUS

still your back must find space

for there is weight enough to break it coming

 

catastrophe

comes in waves

you who threw a stone into the sea

cannot now curse the tsunami

 

CREON

alone

I want to be alone

 

CHORUS

your wish has more truth than you intend

she has done it

Eurydice

your wife

she has kicked out the life from under your feet

she hangs in your bedroom now

 

CREON weeps.

 

CHORUS

suffering shall now be your company

sorrow your pillow

even with your air-conditioning and espresso maker

you have not kept the water out

 

you are not alone

you who have shut the cities walls

to those who clawed their nails against them

you who have dug your pipe through the ground

crushing homes and hope

you who have not cared for the waters that crashed over

towns you could not spell

you will be capsized in suffering now

grief alone your anchor

but do not thing your story is special

for you are given a name

know that you who have crafted this tragedy

cannot claim it as your own

 

see the smallness of your sorrow

in the suffering of the world

and weep.

 

CREON weeps as CHORUS watch.

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