As the spear lifted, Hector skipped in range;
As Ajax readied, Hector bared his throat again;
And, as Ajax lunged Prince Hector jived on his right heel
And snicked the haft clean through his neck,
Pruning the bronze nose off - Aie! - it was good to watch
Big Ajax and his spear, both empty topped,
Blundering about for - Oh, a minute went
Before he noticed it had gone.
But when he noticed it he knew
God stood by Hector's elbow, not by his;
That God was pleased with Hector, not with Ajax;
And, sensibly enough, he fled.
The ship was burned.
The final succinct line mirrors the opening. If this were a film, a shot of a burnt out ship would be sufficient to convey to an audence the outcome of the battle.
From War Music