Saturday, 18 February 2017

TROY

The flames soared high
Above the broken city-
Troy sodden by war
Necks cut, women raped, children
Enslaved. The sea mirroring
The city’s pain, screaming waves
Piling on the shore.
In the dust lay
The groaning towers of Iliam
The beaten 
Shards of a brilliant culture
Felled and fouled
By barbarians.

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