About Troy

1 Troy O Troy an archeologist will sift your ashes through his fingers yet a fire occurred greater than that of the Iliad for seven strings-- too few strings one needs a chorus a sea of laments and thunder of mountains rain of stone --how to lead people away from the ruins how to lead the chorus from poems-- thinks the faultless poet respectably mute as a pillar of salt --The song will escape unharmed It escaped with flaming wing into a pure sky The moon rises over the ruins Troy O Troy The city is silent The poet struggles with his own shadow The poet cries like a bird in the void The moon repeats its landscape gentle metal in smoldering ash 2 They walked along ravines of former streets as if on a red sea of cinders and wind lifted the red dust faithfully painted the sunset of the city They walked along ravines of former streets they breathed on the frozen dawn in vain they said: long years will pass before the first house stands here they walked along ravines of former streets they thought they would find some traces a cripple plays on a harmonica about the braids of a willow about a girl the poet is silent rain falls