Triumph…

Jerusalem, Babylon, Damascus
another parade
passing under the city gate arch
the sun blotted out by ancient stones
here long before our sandaled feet
trod the dust of a thousand battles
into the air
phalanx shields and glittering spear tips
drums and raucous horns
welcome the conquerors
to this place of trophies
fine fabrics and spiced meats
will be the rewards of the day
but I’ve not his name
and men will liken themselves to him
long after the greek temples have fallen
ambition lies at the feet of a broken empire
Macedonia has reached her long arms
to the edge of civilization
and draws back into her bosom
the fruits of her brutality
and here I remain
my body still tired of the saddle
how many times will I ride through
a rainstorm of rose petals?
how many laurels shall be placed upon my head?
how many times shall I be offered
all that glory demands?
yet all I wish for
is to see the way the oil lamp
bends the shadows around a woman’s face
like adoring lovers
they kiss her beautiful eyes
I want to die in her embrace
no soldier’s death for me
my sword will not be my end

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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6 Responses to Triumph…

  1. Epic! As always, brother. 🙂

    Such a great image:

    “Macedonia has reached her long arms
    to the edge of civilization
    and draws back into her bosom
    the fruits of her brutality”

  2. Stunning Eric! Yes, I think epic sums this up! ❤

  3. Wao Eric. You are one heck of a poet. Checkout my publications as well. Would love to hear from you.

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