After Trojan Hector by Achilles was killed on battlefield

Frozen nectar babbled as sap wood in pyre’s fire his good nap wooed

Burned bones under Earth’s stones then the Tartars in their birth home

Priam’s city cry in pity afraid of crazed Achilles

As one lost in the forest crossed by a lion’s four steps

Snuggles with care between the trees and leaves and huddles scared

So the Trojans in their lair trembled that devil to see

The revelry of his bloodbath gush wrath guts splashed enemy

He leaps over godly Xanthos River clogged with soggy bodies

Our retreat a defeat he mauls our lizard feet before we fall

From the tall wall and death of Hector breath not yet festers

He drags the bag of body around Troy a rotting brown toy

And all the other host he smothered and ghosts he mothered

A sign of doom since time he loomed on ship trip to shores with roar

All the dead of Achilles the dread of Trojans were feeling

Weeping each evening with sweeping of grief’s wings in dark arc

Omen of poem’s end when Troy in spark’s stark flame barks pain from heart slain