The queen had fallen. On the pyre
The soldiers built her in the city,
Her body, bitten by desire,
Writhed for the reader's sense of pity

And classic passion. As the thin
Carcass immortalized her name,
The ribs wore through her blackening skin,
The fat burned with a violet flame.

But when Carthage burns at Cato's stake,
What is the meaning of the flame
That kept the Trojan's flesh awake
And made him moan and moan her name?

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