Nameless, faceless,
the kings of the second kingdom
of Ebla,
like the multitudes of common people
labouring under them
on that thrice burned site.
So the mighty too
are devoured by the erasing time,
leaving mute stones,
the silence of forty centuries
from the last utterance of the words
that bound a life into a person.
27.12.2021
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