EXCAVATION


Six cities down lies ruined Troy,

sacked by the princes from the sea--

the men long dead, the women gone,

towers and walls all tumbled down

to the rubbled shards of history.


Those walls where Helen walked, her face

framed by the backward flaring sun,

and where great Hector as a boy

sat, thin elbow on his knee,

dreaming of mighty deeds to come.


And she of the dark, far-piercing eye

stood, cursed with the gift of prophecy,

watching the golden cities burn--

Trojan and Greek--the flaming ruins

of all great cities yet to be.



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