that’s just hector, you’ve always been sharp you know, like an axe,

making the swift cut through the ship’s beam

multiplying force–nothing turns your edge

but don’t through golden aphrodite’s gifts in my face

we don’t get to chose what the gods give us, you know

and we can’t just through their gifts aside

so all right, if you want me to fight, fine

have the Trojans and the greeks sit down 

and Menelaus and i will square off in the middle

to fight for Helen and all her possessions 

winner take all

and everyone else will swear oaths of friendship

you all will live here in the fertile Troad

and they to go back to bluegrass Argos 

and Achaea with its beautiful women