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Brutus Iulius Trois Page 9

At last the fleet sailed into the Trojan delta 
shallow waters still filled with wreckage from the siege
 Silt from Scamander and Simoeis 
building numerous new islands 
all anchored on the old refuse
boats were beached and tents were set
animals set free to graze in the Plain

Eager Brutus left the encampment
left behind him, his ships, his Trojans
left behind him, his wife, his squire
so eager was he to see fabled Troy.
Eager was he to see Apollo's angled walls
Eager was he to see Priam's Marbled palace
Eager was he for the home of his ancestor Anchises 

Imogen settling into her tent thought about
Brises beloved of Achilles 
was he truly husband or just a better master 
than Agamemnon or those who had you next. 

The Road to Troy was neither winding nor long
Brutus Iulius Trois needed no guide
Born he was in Ascanius's Troy,  Lavinium
his youth spent in Helenus's Troy, Chanoia

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