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    Memorial

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      Arrogant farmhand fresh from the fields

      He went straight for Agamemnon

      Aiming for the soft bit under the breastplate

      And leaning in pushing all his violence

      All his crazy impatience into the thrust

      But he couldn’t quite break through the belt-metal

      Against all that silver the spear-tip

      Simply bent like lead and he lost

      Poor Iphidamas now he is only iron

      Sleeping its iron sleep poor boy

      Who fought for Helen for his parents’ town

      Far from his wife all that money wasted

      A hundred cattle he gave her

      A thousand sheep and goats

      All that hard work feeding them wasted

      Grief is black it is made of earth

      It gets into the cracks in the eyes

      It lodges its lump in the throat

      When a man sees his brother on the ground

      He goes mad he comes running out of nowhere

      Lashing without looking and that was how COON died

      First he wounded Agamemnon

      Then he grabbed his brother’s stiffened foot

      And tried to drag him home shouting

      Help for god’s sake this is Iphidamas

      Someone please help but Agamemnon

      Cut off his head and that was that

      Two brothers killed on the same morning by the same man

      That was their daylight here finished

      And their long nightshift in the underworld just beginning

      Like when two winds want a wood

      The south wind and the east wind

      Both pull at the trees’ arms

      And the sound of smooth-skinned cornel whipping to and fro

      And oak and ash batting long sticks together

      Is a word from another world

      Like when two winds want a wood

      The south wind and the east wind

      Both pull at the trees’ arms

      And the sound of smooth-skinned cornel whipping to and fro

      And oak and ash batting long sticks together

      Is a word from another world

      ASAEUS

      AUTONOOS

      OPITES

      DOLOPS

      OPHELTIUS

      AGELAOS

      AESYMNUS

      ORUS

      HIPPONOUS

      THYMBRAIUS

      MOLION

      Like fawns running over a field

      Suddenly give up and stand

      Puzzled in their heavy coats

      Like fawns running over a field

      Suddenly give up and stand

      Puzzled in their heavy coats

      Also ADRESTUS and AMPHIUS

      Everyone knew they were going to die

      They were the sons of Merops the prophet

      He begged them to stay at home but they couldn’t listen

      Their own ghosts were calling them to Troy

      Immaculate in clean linen

      They set out together but Death

      Was already walking to meet them

      Like a goatherd stands on a rock

      And sees a cloud blowing towards him

      A black block of rain coming closer over the sea

      Pushing a ripple of wind inland

      He shivers and drives his flocks into a cave for shelter

      Like a goatherd stands on a rock

      And sees a cloud blowing towards him

      A black block of rain coming closer over the sea

      Pushing a ripple of wind inland

      He shivers and drives his flocks into a cave for shelter

      And HIPPODAMOS died

      Like a traveller trudging across a plain

      Who comes to a river and stands helpless

      Looking down at that foamy swiftness sweeping to the sea

      And takes a step back

      And HYPEIROCHOS died

      Like a farm boy looking after the pigs

      Who tries to cross a river in a rainstorm

      And gets swept away

      Typical competitive pride and madness

      Made AGASTRAPHUS get out of his chariot

      And walk and keep walking with no back-up

      No friend no horse as far as the front line

      Of course he was wounded he lay dying

      Thinking if only if only the mind

      Was more straightforward and efficient

      What was I doing thinking I could walk

      Through all that iron on my own

      And us

      Said THOON

      ENNOMUS

      CHERSIDAMAS

      Like a fish in the wind

      Jumps right out of its knowledge

      And lands on the sand

      Like a fish in the wind

      Jumps right out of its knowledge

      And lands on the sand

      Come back to your city SOCUS

      Your father is a rich man a breeder of horses

      And your house has deep decorated baths and long passages

      But he and his brother weren’t listening

      Like men on wire walking over the underworld

      CHAROPS died first killed by Odysseus

      Then Socus who was running by now

      Felt the rude punch of a spear in his back

      Push through his heart and out the other side poor Socus

      Trying to get away from his own ending

      Ran out his last moments in fear of the next ones

      But this is it now this is the mud of Troy

      This is black wings coming down every evening

      Bird’s feathers on your face

      Unmaking you mouthful by mouthful

      Eating your eyes your open eyes

      Which your mother should have closed

      Like when the wind comes ruffling at last to sailors adrift

      Trying to manage the broken springs of their muscles

      And lever and lift those well-rubbed oars

      Making tiny dents in the ocean

      Like when the wind comes ruffling at last to sailors adrift

      Trying to manage the broken springs of their muscles

      And lever and lift those well-rubbed oars

      Making tiny dents in the ocean

      And

      DORYCLES

      PANDOCUS

      LYSANDER

      PYRASUS

      PYLARTES

      APISAON

      All vigorous men

      All vanished

      Like in Autumn under the dripping wind

      The earth’s clothes grow heavy she can hardly stand

      God rains on the roof hammering his fists down

      He has had enough of violent smiling men

      Now every one of us is being looked at

      Under the rain’s lens

      Now the rivers are filling they are overfilling

      There are streams sawing through hills

      Cutting up the grass into islands

      Everything is clattering to the sea

      This is water’s world

      And the works of men are vanishing

      Like in Autumn under the dripping wind

      The earth’s clothes grow heavy she can hardly stand

      God rains on the roof hammering his fists down

      He has had enough of violent smiling men

      Now every one of us is being looked at

      Under the rain’s lens

      Now the rivers are filling they are overfilling

      There are streams sawing through hills

      Cutting up the grass into islands

      Everything is clattering to the sea

      This is water’s world

      And the works of men are vanishing

      DAMASOS the Trojan

      Running at a man thinking kill kill

      In years to come someone will find his helmet

      Shaped like a real head

      And PYLON

      ORMENOS

      HIPPOMACHOS

      ANTIPHATES

      MENON


      IAMENOS

      ORESTES

      Like the war cries of cranes going south escaping the rain

      Every winter the clang of their wings going over us

      And the shock of their parachutes

      Landing on someone else’s fields

      Like the war cries of cranes going south escaping the rain

      Every winter the clang of their wings going over us

      And the shock of their parachutes

      Landing on someone else’s fields

      EPICLES a Southerner from sunlit Lycia

      Climbed the Greek wall remembering the river

      That winds between his wheatfields and his vineyards

      He was knocked backwards by a rock

      And sank like a diver

      The light in his face went out

      Like the shine of a sea swell

      Lifting and flattening silently

      When water makes way for the wind

      And dreams of its storms

      Huge waves hang in a hush

      Uncertain which way to fall

      Until a breeze breaks them

      Like the shine of a sea swell

      Lifting and flattening silently

      When water makes way for the wind

      And dreams of its storms

      Huge waves hang in a hush

      Uncertain which way to fall

      Until a breeze breaks them

      Honourable IMBRIOS left his house in Pedaios

      And took lodgings in a drafty street in Troy

      He could have been a rich man

      He married Priam’s daughter Medesicaste

      But his marriage was a death warrant

      How can you kiss a rolling head

      Even AMPHIMACHOS died and he was a rarity

      A green-eyed changeable man from Elis

      He was related to Poseidon

      You would think the sea could do something

      But it just lifted and flattened lifted and flattened

      Like a stone

      Stands by a grave and says nothing

      Like a stone

      Stands by a grave and says nothing

      In this love-story there was a man

      Who wanted to marry Cassandra

      And she was Priam’s bright-eyed neurotic

      Most beautiful daughter

      And he was OTHRYON the dreamer

      Who came from Cabesus with no money

      When he offered his life for her hand

      Her father accepted

      And so the dreamer went blushing into battle and died

      And everyone laughed and laughed

      Except Cassandra

      Like a deer in the hills wounded

      Keeps running in pain

      There are dogs following her bloodprints

      But she goes on and on escaping into loneliness

      To the very breaking of her being

      Until it happens in some shadowy wood on a hilltop

      She gives up

      And the dogs set about eating her

      But at last at evening a lion appears

      A huge angel wandering the hills laying claim to the dead

      And the dogs scatter

      At last at evening a lion appears

      A huge angel wandering the hills laying claim to the dead

      And the dogs scatter

      Oh ASIUS ASIUS how has he done this

      Now he bangs down his knuckles on his knees

      He feels so luminous stupid

      Sitting in god’s headlights trembling

      In the narrow opening to the grave

      He was told to dismount

      And proceed on foot to the Greek camp

      But he couldn’t hear he couldn’t stop

      Having ridden those shining horses

      Over the Selleis and the Simois

      And all the stony way from Arisbe to Troy

      Like when winnowers bang their shovels down

      Black beans and chickpeas jump in the wind

      Their seed-shrouds flit along the ground

      Like when winnowers bang their shovels down

      Black beans and chickpeas jump in the wind

      Their seed-shrouds flit along the ground

      Somebody’s husband somebody’s daughter’s husband

      Stood there stunned by fear

      Like a pillar like a stunted tree

      He couldn’t bend his stones

      He couldn’t walk his roots

      His armour was useless it simply

      Cried out and broke open oh

      There stood ALCATHOUS and a spear

      Knowing nothing of his wedding

      Not knowing his feelings or his wife’s face

      Or her doting parents or her incredible needlework

      That spear went straight through his heart

      And began to tick tick tick but not for love

      Like a knife-winged hawk

      Balanced on a cliff with no foothold

      Not even a goat can climb there

      Like when he lifts his blades and begins

      That faultless fall

      Through the birds of the valley

      Like a knife-winged hawk

      Balanced on a cliff with no foothold

      Not even a goat can climb there

      Like when he lifts his blades and begins

      That faultless fall

      Through the birds of the valley

      OINOMAOS

      ASKALAPHOS

      APHAREUS

      THOON

      ANTILOCHUS

      DEIPUROS

      PEISANDER

      HARPALION not quite ready for life

      Not quite solid always shifting from foot to foot

      With his eyes sliding everywhere in fear

      Followed his father to war

      He never came back to that house

      Three storeys high on the River Parthenios

      It was horrible the death-howl

      Of the father finding him gone

      Like deer always moving on and looking back

      Knowing they are wanted by wolves they keep

      Stepping away through the pillars of the woods

      Knowing their guests are waiting

      Like deer always moving on and looking back

      Knowing they are wanted by wolves they keep

      Stepping away through the pillars of the woods

      Knowing their guests are waiting

      EUCHENOR a kind of suicide

      Carried the darkness inside him of a dud choice

      Either he could die at home of sickness

      Or at Troy of a spearwound

      His mother was in tears

      His father was in tears but

      Cold as a coin he took the second option

      Seeing as otherwise he’d have had to pay a fine

      It was no surprise when an arrow pierced his neck

      He recognised that prick of darkness

      Like a stallion tugging at a rope breaks loose at last

      And his gallop is a drumbeat shaking the valley

      There he goes heading straight for the river

      Longing to wash in that clattering rush of cold

      When he holds his head high and runs like a king

      Under the wind-blown banner of his mane

      Then he knows his knees are going to lift him forever

      And a grassy cloth has been spread on the fields for his pleasure

      Like a stallion tugging at a rope breaks loose at last

      And his gallop is a drumbeat shaking the valley

      There he goes heading straight for the river

      Longing to wash in that clattering rush of cold

      When he holds his head high and runs like a king

      Under the wind-blown banner of his mane

      Then he knows his knees are going to lift him forever

      And a grassy cloth has been spread on the fields for his pleasure

      Who could be more ordinary than SATNIUS

      The son of Water

      When he died the River was so cold

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    nbsp; You’d never think it was his mother

      And PROTHOENOR died

      And then a spear with its own willpower

      Flying towards another man

      Chose to miss him at the last minute

      And struck ARCHELOCHUS

      Like the changing mind

      That moves a cloud off a mountain

      And makes rocks and cliffs appear

      Pushing the landshape’s sharp edges up

      Through more and more air

      Like the changing mind

      That moves a cloud off a mountain

      And makes rocks and cliffs appear

      Pushing the landshape’s sharp edges up

      Through more and more air

      Then PROMACHUS fell forgetting everything

      Like when they’re cutting ash poles in the hills

      The treetops fall as soft as cloth

      Like when they’re cutting ash poles in the hills

      The treetops fall as soft as cloth

      ILIONEUS an only child ran out of luck

      He always wore that well-off look

      His parents had a sheep farm

      They didn’t think he would die

      But a spear stuck through his eye

      He sat down backwards

      Trying to snatch back the light

      With stretched out hands

      Like oak trees swerving out of the hills

      And setting their faces to the wind

      Day after day being practically lifted away

      They are lashed to the earth

      And never let go

      Gripping on darkness

      Like oak trees swerving out of the hills

      And setting their faces to the wind

      Day after day being practically lifted away

      They are lashed to the earth

      And never let go

      Gripping on darkness

      Now STICHIUS has gone and ARCESILAUS

      Like smoke leaving the earth vanishing up

      When a town is under attack on a faraway island

      All day in a trance of war men murder each other

      But at dusk silence only the fingers of fires

      Lifting their question to the mainland

      Is there anybody there please help

      Like smoke leaving the earth vanishing up

      When a town is under attack on a faraway island

      All day in a trance of war men murder each other

      But at dusk silence only the fingers of fires

      Lifting their question to the mainland

      Is there anybody there please help

      Poor wandering MEDON born out of wedlock

      Stuck his hand into this ice-cold world

      And didn’t like it but he had no choice

      Grew up in Locris under the smile

      Of a slim respectable stepmother

      And murdered her brother

      Then it was years of sleeping under bushes

      He went north to Phylace then north to Troy

      And at last in the ninth year

      Death kicked him and he kicked it back

      He was close to no one

      Like when a donkey walking by a cornfield

      Decides to stop

     


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