Traveller, why mount the weary soldier’s cold corpse,
for this cavern sake that my bones hold?
I travel to blaze all who bears a mortal shield
’tis exposed my poor unfortunate, afflicted,
I best for whatsoever in the world I found
a captive as I am, usually they crave in graves from that,
to add another visit to the dead seed by herbage dukedoms,
I long to see the things attempted that never bleed.
Then go ask the tombs’ gallants, not corpses speed,
O daughter of Samarra, they reeked of rottenness,
as my valour was ill-fated, not a heart has remained in this dead body
and my casket of a noble form packed up with silver
and the caskets were surrounded by massive, bare stones.
One of the doors led to the secret chambers.
Try to pay your debt through that part!
“But what has happened to you?”
Wide-gaping lion of Judah towards a canal of Divinity
drowned in the woe of burning adamant,
next to a blue shield depicting a menorah
there lie the corpses, like thoughts I loathed,
they rot below the great ball of fire,
while one more favoured higher placed SHOOTING STARS
on the crystal pavement beneath Mount Zion’s.
Here Siege has ceased, irreparable blustering vote
Arabian Googles are… up for proffer or if in my rising
I seemed called by the tar of my throbbing leaves,
for such another field, her name was Via Dolorosa
surrounded by olive branches.
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swing with Cross of Lorraine from trenches,
the hollows of erstwhile eyes are filled
with mindless thirst an acorn cup in light and shade.
Ooze, like tears, trickled down them in thin streams,
or was it, perhaps, blood?
Swaying on the scorching Sun.…miserable wretches, goodness gracious I died! ~
For bold to rest by fate arriving in the sore tide there,
my captive arc, Isis, Osiris maimed my brute shield,
my hauberk, my gaunt, the half-clothed hauberk alone,
the dreadful voyage, the dreadful for the penny of hazard;
as for the honour of Charon’s boat aforesaid and impregnated form in the air,
go ask amid a dune.
O daughter of Samarra, through the forest highs
nothing is so beautiful than thirsty lips enemies stranded ashore
bid them farewell with gunshots.
And for my spirit – mild voice persists,
capable of rejuvenating hearts and souls,
for fire burst among the bare castle stones,
swallowed the black crows and toothless witches,
and then died down the same moment
Ask how I aflame the dreaded fire to ingle and ash.
Fire tongues of my enemies a huge bonfire of spirit consists.
Geysers of blood are bursting out of the flaming masonry.
I treat my enemies like harlots,
for the devil follows those on Earth
who build their churches in graves, dust and blood.
Ask how I act, burned by the sun,
the ancient rage I bore in my heart,
the wrath of the gods from the beginning of time,
through the centuries brought to the boiling point,
a wooden statue of an angry Arab god
shaped by blows and insults, by time itself.
Yet sometimes I stepped away,
dismounted and threw open
an expensive canvas before me,
and sometimes I ran out of breath.
I fell to my knees, facing the hellish building
of the Mameluke ruler Baibars, whose symbol was a Cheetah.
I believed that if I were to touch the illusion,
the dream will dissipate and I will again be at the battlefield.
Maybe even in front of the Lion gate itself…
Ask, a spark of surprise in her eyes –
I drank ginger ale with the Queen of Sheba,
bringing her spices and herbs
from Cana and many a treasure by sea, from India.
I broke bread with ancient Chaldeans
who taught me the secrets of science.
The magical force rules over the wicked jokes,
the learned Chaldean is sworn and ordered to vengeance.
If this all isn’t a dream, I can hardly wait to tell God of all of this nonsense
And before you go, may a powerful word shake up everyone’s hearts,
and let the famed cities weep in despair – for the devil had come to Jerusalem!
The holy arm of the Lord cannot touch that tale – I mock you– but only the devils!
The devil, satyr, the shaitan and
may black foreboding link the passages instead of sentences.
All of the trees around Jerusalem had been long cut.
Days collide and go by, shackled by the thick adamant of swelter.
I breathe through my pores, bleed with the desert stones.
The hills of Judea crumble and get washed away in stuffy, grey dust.
But I remember a cannonade and explosion of a force unleashed
as I squint under the heavy, blinding light
I remember…everything…every drop of blood…with nostalgia.
And not to be misunderstood – this is hell.