So the companions


of Ulysses those that were


still with him after


the nights in the horse the sea lanes


the other islands the friends


lost one by one in pain


and the coming home one


bare day to a later


age that was their own


but with their scars now upon them


and now darkened and worn and some


broken beyond recognition


and still missing the ones


taken away from beside them


who had grown up with them


and served long without question


wanting nothing else

sat around in the old places


across from the hollows


reminding themselves


that they were the lucky ones


together where they belonged

but would he stay there