Birth In Troy Poem by George Samuel

Darkness has dent our dreams
A sigh is heard in the stream
Till light like a hyena prowl
Justly did our faces a smile
More slimmer than a fainting slave
Hardened by the shores of a slender flow
Spread the sky blue the sea a blow
In a oneness wish
Went behind the ways of tears
And searched with wetness fear
Frail flowers after the flood
Stood withal their ancient blood
That left debris dreaded joy
For we and unions of the air
Came counting the bones of troy
Beneath a cloud almost unfair
Fed fellows never filled or faint
Till the dew came and beat them wet
And thunder scourge to pieces their skeletal frame