Broken or meddled with,
the alarm goes off at three.
I jump from sleep, crying out—what?

Everything on the outside is the same this morning. On the
   outskirts of Kiev,
our farmland overturned, the cows' mouths grinding in

Both the actual horse on fire      and its event out of these words

His difficulties the danger putting one
  foot past the other impossible
      the downcast eye captured by

Dream-I-Believe I brought
        out of the night still streaming
                out It was real I was right!

Fire came
        was the first line
of every story—it spread like story—

The corn they sought
Was sown by night.

besides not being from ancient troy
helen bailey hails from australia

hello, this is paris
i used to teach in cambridge, i’m from whitehall
everything we do is pretty much archaic

i work for the deputy mayor
of the city of troy