Help me, Calliope, with the song: what killing Turnus dealt out that day, the roll of victims Whom every warrior sent to Hell: O, aid me To unfold it all, the war’s great panorama. There was a tower, high overhead, well chosen To suit the ground, equipped with lofty gangways; On this the Italians spent their every effort To tear it down, the Trojans to defend it With stones from above, and arrows through the loopholes. A firebrand, flung by Turnus, found a lodging Along one side, and the wind blew and fanned it, And lintel and planking burned, and the men huddled Within, and found no way to flee, and shifted Toward the undamaged portion, when all of a sudden, Lopsided under the weight, it toppled crashing And filled all heaven with thunder. Half dead already Men reached the ground, and the tower came down upon them, Pierced through and through by shafts of their own making, Their chests transfixed by jagged broken timbers. Two manage to escape, Lycus, Helenor, The latter a young warrior, the son Of a Maeonian king and a slave-girl mother, Who sent him off to Troy in arms (forbidden, Since arms were not for slaves), a naked sword, A shield with no device. He saw himself Now in the midst of Turnus’ thousands, marshalled Before him and behind him. There he stood Like a wild animal, ringed in by hunters, Raging against their weapons, and sure of death, Leaping upon them,--so Helenor, certain To die, rushed where the weapons were the thickest. Lycus was swifter afoot: through men, through weapons, He gained the wall, reached up to pull himself over, Reached up for hands to help him. But Turnus came Hot on his heels:--“You fool,” he cried in triumph, “Did you think you were out of reach?” And as he hung there, Turnus grabbed him, tore him loose, and the wall came with him. An eagle, so, sweeps up again to heaven With a white swan or rabbit in his talons; Or so a wolf snatches a lamb from the sheepfold To the bleating of the ewe. A shout arises; Men from all sides come on; they fill the trenches, Keep firebrands flying at the tower and rooftop. Ilioneus knocks over one, Lucetius, Who came to the gates with fire; he bowled him over With a rock as big as a mountain. Liger slew Emathion with a javelin; Asilas Shot Corynaeus down. Caeneus won Over Ortygius, lost to Turnus. Turnus Killed half a dozen, Clonius, Dioxippus, Itys, Promolus, Sagaris, and Idas. Capys cut down Privernus: a spear had grazed him, And the fool had flung his shield aside, to carry His hand to his side, and an arrow pinned it there, And went on through, a mortal wound in the bowels. A young man in the battle, the son of Arcens, Stood out conspicuous in arms, a tunic Embroidered bright, Iberian blue; his father