Bagdad,1253. That day somebody went to the market the same, <br />Though it was different from any other day <br />People were not different from any other people. <br />The silence was under the mosque with the columns around and the round dome, <br />A grave was monumental with a square base and a pinnacle above. <br />The shouts were not breaking the fixity <br />As the tumultuous clattering and clanging of the Mongolian cavalry. <br />The crumbling local system fell under the sabres, <br />Their cut lasted a short time, then another boring power lasted a long.<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aab-the-origins-the-khan/
