Logue takes it back. Tense, hard, bright, vicious, human - 'The Husbands' does all the things I wanted 'Kings' to do.
Here Logue focuses on the fight between Helen's two husbands - Menelaus the Greek and Paris the Trojan - that had the chance of settling the nine-year siege of troy once and for all. But the gods can't put their humanity aside long enough to keep out of mortal affairs, and all good plans are led awry ...
I'm going to give you the full first page of the poem, painfully (and probably erroneously) transcribed. See why it swept me away ...
Think of those fields of light that sometimes sheet
Low tide sands, and of the panes of such a tide
When, carrying the sky, they start to flow
Everywhere, and then across themselves:
Likewise the Greek bronze streaming out at speed,
Glinting among the orchards and the groves,
And then across the plains -- dust, grass, no grass,
Its long low swells and falls -- all warwear pearl,
Blue Heaven above, Mt Ida's snow behind, Troy inbetween.
Ans what pleasure it was to be there! To be one of that host!
Greek, and as naked as God, naked as bride and groom,
Exulting for battle! lords shouting the beat out
'One --'
Keen for a kill
'Two-three'
As our glittering width and our masks that glittered
Came over the last low rise of the plain and
'Now'
(As your heart skips a beat)
'See the Wall.'
And you do.
It is immense.
So high
So still
It fills your sight.