AUTUMN OF PHRYGIAN GORDION
Their long robes shimmering
golden in the Anatolian sun,
the Phrygian nobles
with each step taken
on Gordion's streets
approach the
Cimmerian hordes,
waiting in time.
Under the mound,
in his chamber of timber
the king Midas
sleeps past the fall.
19.01.2018
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