AKKADIAN  WINTER

Dervish winds on winter streets,
whip twisted steel hulks and
blast through doors and windows.
Beholding eyes, shocked and vacant.

Emotion, freeze-dried, quits
the killed and the killer.
Only lamentations in
medium of stone-dried blood.

Like a morning fog in the valley,
death hovers over mosque floors.
Muezzin fallen silent in
wreck of dome and minaret.

Confusion swirls in stupifying
endless cycles of fear, longing
for homes where food and bed
once waited warm.

The rapist's sated trigger
droops between the legs,
knees buckling under
the weight of his sins.

Slipping anger abandons
the soul-sick witness,
a dizzy world left spinning,
in the winter of war.

Sargon stirs from sleep
under an Akkadian moon.

Over 4,000 years ago, the first empire arose on Mesopotamian soil under the mighty warrior and emperor, Sargon.  The Akkadians were the driving force of that empire, so-named after the city of Akkad, located on the Euphrates between Sippar and Kish. Sargon chose Akkad as his capital city.

Muezzin (my-zn) refers to the crier in Islam who calls the faithful to prayer five times a day.

More poetry by Les Blough

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