And so Antilochus smote Echepolus,
Thrusting a spear into his brain, the Trojan
Gazing at the azure ether, then crashing
Towards the dark; lunging at his foe, Diomedes
Struck Phegeus, planting a lance into his heart,
The white walls breaking, a crimson geyser in
The rain; insensate burning, Menelaus downing
Peisander with a thunderous blow, the lifeless
Body crushed beneath the raging of the charger.
Raising a bloody blade, the son of Telamon
Struck Laodamas with such force that he was
Unsaddled thereon, a phantom roving in the
Shadows, undrawn upon the main; whereon
Patroclus felled Thestor, cleaving his
Helm straight through, the Teucrianās soul
Thus spent, his eyes spared the
Fallen parapets. And Euryalus slew
Aesepus, and Odysseus Noemon,
Idomeneus Alcathous, and Achilles
Astypylus – and to think they did
All that without any Prozac,
Luvox, or Seroquel
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