Tiresias witnesses another time

Ahead of the end of the days

In which Echo was a boy,

 

And in which Narcissus was a woman.

Who am I?

Who am I?

 

One cries out loud,

Whilst the other merely repeats and cries.

Tiresias weeps at the unfairness

 

Of his vision,

The conundrum of what befell

Them both, unsolved to sightless eyes.

 

Though unsighted, Tiresias is moved

By the plight of the Echo boy

And the Narcissus woman.