dusty pathways seducing endlessly <br />fire birds are chirping on the stairs of Vesuvius <br />grinding love down from its trembling cage <br />let them prove their brave souls fights on War of Antiochos <br /> <br />so the blessed trooper who guard all the others <br />it is likely God, with angels singing round ruined shrines <br />Caesar may pluck them with the bitter strike to gather <br />come and fight with me, my barefoot children <br /> <br />black dress witches sink in man's despair <br />Rome's orphans of the earthly grief <br />they say, how long, O cruel tyrants <br />will you stand to conquer the world? <br /> <br />pale wanderers were speaking at the wall of Colosseum <br />they know no other words except O a mere pleasure <br />the rushing of the iron wheels is shocked <br />do you hear our wishing any more? <br /> <br />(dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Louis Rams)<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/manuscript-1/
