Scientists tell us that all water
is old water.
That there is no room for
originality,
That everything is
recycled.
The anguish of Achilles bleeding out
face-down in Trojan dirt
Mingles with that of a stockbroker caught
In ebb and flow of the markets.
And what I'm trying to say is that
The tears navigating south through
The canyons on your face
May have once wet the cheeks
of Alexander the Great
For the Same reason.
