She hears a sound behind her
and it is a portal into another world
door to the future has a blue border
and the tongue of the past becomes unfurled.
A man without a face is at the other end
the claws on his feet have been re-curled
and he squawks that time should not bend
and at the break of dawn he flies away,
the speed he flies she can’t defend
he yells for troy to turn to grey
as the spear of achilles begins to blur,
her Hellenic face is called the day.