Troy (A Retrospective)

So Helen, shall we end it here?
before the flood, on the cusp of  
The Last Great Age of Earth-- 
I saw you the night Roderick left,  
though you'll never know  
your reflection in my puddled moon  
a ragged hyperbola on him, to the sills  
that loosed the acid from my reigns  
and the threads that strung your teeth in  
to a broken fence. 
 
The cataract of cloud that choked  
your son in toxic lustre, lacked in 
time and motive ran across your  
eyes before mine.  
  
When the walls collapse, dearest
Helen, I will be there to sweep  
you away. We who remain   
will shed the scales from our eyes  
and remember him