From Charchamesh

[hack]

A bugle call from Charchamesh
gathered chariot and bow, sling and mace,
and flies descended on Aleppo's dead,
and the Great King, the god in-waiting,
cast the storm and threw himself headlong
into the flood, and drifted, lifeless, to the sea.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Was this prompted, I wonder, by the current battles raging in various parts of Syria? Whether or not, it's a blitz of a poem. evoking a you-are-there feeling.

[Delta40]

Very short yet right from the bugle call, it was all there to be enjoyed by the reader

[Bar22do]

I read the hope here that such will be the end of every tyrant...

[hack]

sic semper tyrannis
History casts a very long shadow.

[hallaig]

sic semper tyrannis
History casts a very long shadow.

Yet the winners always write the histories, so is the shadow just.....a shadow?

[hack]

Yet the winners always write the histories, so is the shadow just.....a shadow?

The histories that recount thousands
of years of spilled blood at the Syrian
crossroads are not illusions.