Tears are offered here
This place, our sacred stage
Where I give my name,identity
You offer yours in surprise aside
Our business, our status, what forces at play?
This prologue, these tragedies, these years brought forth
To day, this still gathering of mourners
Cry, greet, keep your lines and destiny
’til you are so familiar with them, and this strange other,
You cannot speak nor see him as anything but your brother.