Should the horse be brought into the city?
exit: warriors bent on destruction.  

Nesting dolls, the tiniest face the hardest
to read – can she ever climb back in?  

The ills of the earth fly in her face,
box open, lid lost in a dingy Athens pub.  

A quiet corner table – Married and the Maiden
drink a toast to the Trojans and the Dolls.  

Vows recited, his ring throbs on her finger;
Aunt Jennifer embroidering tigers on a leash.