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If Two By Fire The city is burning. Come flee with me to the hills. The Greeks have burst from the belly of their great horse. This is another poem about the ruin of our universe. They'll char the city make it black and drag that hag Helen back. There are lines on her face now, almost as if the entire war had been scratched out in flesh. This is the war of the old, let Troy burn with a whimper. Let's go to the hills and let the dying world, die. We'll walk together along river banks, through fields, grow fat and old and drunken and recall the night the burning city kept us weary. Adam Tod Leverton (