fairest is that fair thing
yet the guard was felled by a hairpin
i too have done battle without armour
was brought to my knees
by the vulnerability of a charmer
all that can be broken
between the finger and the thumb
is always glass
with a scent of water in her blood

she laughed/said
makes no sense to me
what you write
there is no sense in words
troy came to grief
because helen was beautiful