'I love you, child. But we are caught.
You will die soon. As promised. And alone.
While I shall live for ever with my tears.
Keep your hate warm. God will agree', his mother said
And walked into the waves.
As he went up the beach towards his ship.
Towards the two great armies. All asleep.
Christopher Logue, Kings in Logue's Homer: War Music, Faber & Faber, 2001