That heavenly brother
Is floating high inside the storm
with the Danaans, with the Myrmidons

—Will they stone him?
at the land of Troy, Trojans
still unemployed they remain
in the maladies they suffer
without a fight

The only land they designate are the stones
that their fingers touch
with the Danaans, with the Myrmidons

— They need weapons, they need ashes
2000 years have gone by; it still gallops
in the spears and it refuses to melt

He relocates, he changes prey
he shifts the position of his skull (in his sleep)
from the side of the wound,
the age of copper appears.