Antigone's Self-Requiem

If I had been someone not me

Would I've left more than what I leave?

Through life – what ripples have I made?

Through death – who was it my bed laid?

Would I strong or weaker be

If I were not Antigone?

If I had been a man instead,

Bosom gone and aged to wed,

Would better all my cries be heard?

Men now and forth to heed my word?

Would I strong or weaker be

If I were not Antigone?

If I had basked in lavish greed,

My body spoiled but blood decreed,

To draw my everlasting breath,

The earth to gasp and hold my death,

Would I strong or weaker be

If I were not Antigone?

If now I lay me down to sleep,

Bound by words I wish not keep,

With thrones of miles, a king's name marked,

A common soul, a workers part,

Would I strong or weaker be

If I were not Antigone?

If I had not my risen ambition,

To act demure, exhibit submission,

Danced with sun, allured the moon,

Lay bare the silent lady's tune,

Would I strong or weaker be

If I were not Antigone?

If I were not the reflection of Oedipus' pride,

Not stitched of fate or suicide,

A mere dark girl, no name nor style,

No fate, no tale, no live or die,

Would I strong or weaker be

If I were not Antigone?

Some drink, eh, the words of doom?

In harvest blood, thine own consume.

For if through death I rise above,

Denied my life, denied my love,

Would I through blind eyes be seen

A belle or proud Antigone?