Incomplete

"You stick your probe in further, but you're still not pleased" with surgical knives to cut into flesh, you make these holes in me. I wish I knew what it was you hoped you'd see.

In my mind's eye I see nets and fish and Circe and Scylla...

Then I strove to raise my hands as I lay dying upon the sword, but to earth they fell. And that dog-faced one turned her back upon me, and had not the heart to draw down my eyelids with her fingers nor to close my mouth. So surely is there nought more terrible and shameless than a woman who imagines such evil in her heart, even as she too planned a foul deed, fashioning death for her wedded lord.

Odyssey, Book XI