1632
5.171
19.vi.24
the emperor’s
drunk soldiery
for Joseph Tawadros’ ‘Constantinople’
a
narrow bathhouse laneway
shadow
flit
vernacular
wine
in spent skins
hither
the
city, a wind up
the
market
bright
herbs
bow
and quiver
an
attic of the day
all
dust
fires
great
and
greater sieges
coin
shows
a
lonely moon
one
star
streets
all laid apart to tell
a
mechanism of the town
the
cistern
old
waters plash
and
set to sing
how
Hero and Leander
a
catapult of fire
such
a sky if you’ll believe
waxed
moustache to point the way
strings
fretless
but
the heart knows where
there
was another before
that
city lost forever
to
time
from
time
and
rolling home
rolling
home
let’s
see whom we’ll find there
watch and listen Joseph Tawadros' 'Constantinople' at -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpZMSTU8rJU
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