Suppose this business was inspired by gods.
What then can we mere mortals hope to do,
with our lesser nature, foolish sods,
but surrender to their capricious coup?
We stand exposed to lightning bolts from heaven,
shot down like bottles lined up on a shelf,
in rapid sequence, five and six and seven,
without means to defend ourselves.
Note: From Robert Bagg’s translation of Antigone, published by Harper Perennial.
T. Allen Culpepper