The British kingdom of Strathclyde
born in the withdrawal
of the Roman legions
from the north
had fought the Picts,
endured the Anglo-Saxons
and the Vikings, replaced
its capital sacked by the latter,
and by the tenth century
was prospering, growing.
In 1018 we find it attacking
England with the Scots, vigorously.
Then it just disappears,
until 1070 we have a complaint
that the king of the Scots has seized
the lands of the kingdom.
And nothing more.
No one elaborates,
or if did, the centuries
erased the written knowledge
of the end as it erased the kingdom.
Not Ozymandias, exactly,
the ruins of the kingdom
few and paltry, some churches,
a ruined island stronghold,
its rulers seemingly
never raising grand statements
to their rule,
yet, gone so completely,
so silently
after six hundred years -
what we build
as structures above human lives,
calling them kingdoms,
calling them republics,
whether bourgeois or democratic,
they will wither and be gone
in the blink of an eye,
leaving questions and few answers,
if there is someone left asking questions.
Our role is not so much
to leave answers
as to leave people asking questions.
14.05.2025
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