Consider the Trojan Horse

Whose eyes were burls of cypress taken from the bows of ships;

Who was blind and leaning, upright, stiff;

Who was assembled between midnight and dawn;

Whose portions came from boats;

Whose manufacture was hidden in the tents;

Who smelled of branch and grass and wonders;

Who rose from equations;

Who at last, had partly just arrived, and was partly immortal.

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