Troy

we are the remnants

the envying echoes

the returned exiles

whose tale

desires but telling

ransacking the others

we have become them

 

in an aegis of return

we sing now of them

our narrative bound

in defining us

now links us for ever

we are one

 

from horse's heart

and doubting

we beget an end

as insiders who crept

into core to bed

a beginning

and an end

 

in black and silence

we wept for fear

and finally birthed

raised weapons we did

and sought the enemy

all died, even us

 

sometimes we long

for the seas, the siege

the salutation of troy

for it bequeathed

an hope to us

anthem to the war

 

many years, then

i saw crow fly

transcending all of us

from barricade to barrier

he landed in the fray

he seemed nonplussed

at all this death

and flew away again