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ORPHEUS ADMITS DEFEAT OF UNDERWORLD RESCUE

Eva Heisler | Poetry

That’s the headline in Express Mirror.
“It was her time,” murmurs the grieving husband

beneath the blur of flailing arms.
Tabloids blow in from the upperworld,

and Eurydice studies each image said to record
the last of her, each instance of the phrase “her time.”

Time. Hers.

Orpheus didn’t save her—
not because he failed to follow directions,

not because he had to do things his way,
not because he thought he was above laws of the underworld.

Orpheus couldn’t save her because it was “her time.”
Orpheus looked,

and she took, at that moment, possession of time.