Antigone: La Lecon De Charcot Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Cry out once more,
Antigone, cry out,
until the sentence is lifted,
the sentence that keeps the feminine,
in chains, subdued, unequal.
As you cross the sea cry out
for freedom, cry out for your
brother, Polynices, the unburied,
held aloft, a wound needing
attention. It is Freud,
who speaks, 'the repressed
will always return'
This we know as saints as scholars?
in Irelands' fair Isle?
Creon, imprisoned too, in a view,
a poultice of prudence
and its regrets.
Be blind to him,
his advice, on continents,
where equality is left to rot,
cry out, it is your being,
of justice,
and where ever inequality
is prudent, tradition,
'what we have always done' cry out.
for fashion is the freshness of style,
and freshness grows, and calls,
'cry out'.
Your cry it makes us free.
Le theatre hysterique
La lecon de Charcot