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.