AN ARMY OF UGARIT

In the ruins of the cities

where we fought,

in ash and blood,

the message found us -

the ships had come ashore

when we clashed

in these distant lands,

and our city, our beloved city

bathed in flame,

its walls torn down,

our king dead in his palace,

our gods dead in their temples,

and our people...

our people massacred,

enslaves, carried away

into the blue vastness,

scattered in the hills...

In the ruins of the cities

we sacked

we find ourselves,

a dead king at our feet,

statues of gods fallen in burning temples,

enslaved people chained at our feet,

and nowhere to go,

nowhere to go

but to our ships

at the shore,

and the vast blue of the

sea and the sky,

into the silence

of the spring grass

growing on

mounds of

fallen kingdoms.

27.09.2020