No one ever sees Sophocles’ play as a drama about a cripple and a blind man fighting over Thebes.

– Tobin Siebers

Your once-silken voice will desert you, your legs
will make every step on land a torture.
There will come a time when you miss
the seaweed and seals, your old ways,
your old body. Now fit for neither land
nor sea, your sacrifice long in the past now.
Comb your hair, which keeps growing,
though you’ve lost your prince.
You know the time is coming
where you’ll pay the price
for your short time in the sun.

– Jeannine Hall Gailey