Poor Hera diminished by a verdict
from the unknown shepherd boy,
sought vengeance
the devastation of Priam’s house,
of Hector whom we all loved,
of his kindred, our fathers.
Do we dare even now rebuild
what loosed passion has destroyed
or yet weaves the implacable shrew
devious threads of automated doom
for the descended race of Ilion?
John S. Hatcher, A Sense of History, p. 4