The war is wrapping up, and there’s nothing left of Troy.
Broken stone, broken clay, a smoke stain on the sky.
The Greeks even broke the skull and back of Hector’s little boy.
Odysseus, packing up his bags, thinks, Soon I’ll be home.
Agamemnon’s looking forward to a good meal and a bath.

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