PATRIC DICKINSON

"Dolce Farniente" by Godwin

WAR

Cold are the stones
that built the wall of Troy,
Cold are the bones
of the dead Greek boy

who for some vague thought
of honour fell,
nor why he fought
could clearly tell.

Innocence, hired to kill,
lies pitilessly dead.
Stone and bone lie still,
and Helen turns in bed.