This horrifyingly vivid image is made more painful by its casual tone, with a boy likened to a sardine.
They passed so close that hub skinned hub.
Ahead, Patroclus braked a shade, and then,
As gracefully as men in oilskins cast
Fake insects over trout, he speared the boy,
And with his hip his pivot, prised Thestor up and out
As easily as later men
Disengage sardine from a tin.
Source: Christopher Logue, War Music, London: Faber and Faber, 2001, p. 154
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