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The Sea People
Flecks of pepper on foam Were their ships To the distant watchtower. Children bawling, Goats bleating amidst Their own dung, Could not be heard Over the waves. As they came on In their fractal thousands, There were mutters Among the garrison: Sun-glint on bronze Might be shovels Or hidden swords. In their aimlessness Might lie…
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Paris, Prince of Troy
You may have Achilles whose mouth frothed more than the river he fought. You are welcome to Ajax with his towering shield and skull full of rocks. I even grant you Hector who in the name of Troy left his son fatherless. Only leave me Paris – effete, peak-capped bowman Paris – who threw away…
Thomas R. Keith Poetry 