After the sack of Troy and the death of Andromache's husband, Hector, she was taken to Epirus to be the king's concubine and her son was murdered. In Alice Oswald's Memorial: Like leaves who could write a history of leaves The wind blows their ghosts to the ground And the spring breathes new leaf into the woods Thousands of names thousands of leaves When you remember them remember this Dead bodies are their lineage Which matters no more than the leaves