After the wailing had already begun
along the walls, their ruin certain,
the Trojans fidgeted with bits of wood
in the three-ply doors, itsy-bitsy
pieces of wood, fussing with them.
And began to get their nerve back and feel hopeful.
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Comments1Came across this one again - it transported me back to my youth. It's haunting, speaks of hope amidst despair. A bit sobering, but still profoundly beautiful. Brings a lot of thoughts.