Upon the plain of Ilium
the ruins stir in blind obedience.
Again and again the city wakes,
answering the call of man.
Forsaken by gods,
savaged in war–
a crushed mosaic of dust and brick,
of bone and blood–she is made beautiful
once more as the story is retold;
the walls rebuilt, glory reclaimed.
Troy rises, only to be destroyed
at the end of the poet’s tale.
Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved