O, splendor of sunburst breaking forth this day
Whereon I lay my hands once more on Helen, my wife.
And yet it is not so much as men think
For the woman’s sake I came to Troy,
But against that guest proved treacherous
Who, like a robber, carried the woman from my house.
TO SIT IN SOLMEMN SILENCE IN A DULL DARK DOCK
IN A PESTILENTIAL PRISON WITH A LIFE LONG LOCK,
AWAITING THE SENSATION OF A SHORT SHARP SHOCK
FROM A CHEAP AND CHIPPY CHOPPER ON A BIG BLACK BLOCK.
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