05-11-2022, 07:32 PM
Poetry is poor consolation
for what has been lost to the waves
of empires like seas: the forfeited graves
of Gallipoli or Troy, in an alien nation,
generations removed from the spoiled loins
lying beneath
roots stirring in dank soil,
buds unsheathing quietly to the moon.
for what has been lost to the waves
of empires like seas: the forfeited graves
of Gallipoli or Troy, in an alien nation,
generations removed from the spoiled loins
lying beneath
roots stirring in dank soil,
buds unsheathing quietly to the moon.