A lamentation upon the fall of Constantinople 29th May 1453
but we must try again to strive
to seed some fallow earth
with the mysteries of the Byzantines:
with their mirth,
even amidst the agonies of birth, and death,
these accidental revelations,
of our passing on the wing,
listen to the voice that will always sing
of the fall of Constantinople:
of the mysteries of impermanence
of every passing note
of songs echoing the holy trinity of faith, hope and charity.
against the screaming pain of desecrated Aleppo.
Aleppo the beautiful, with churches known to all.
Aleppo where Othello’s murder of a malignant, turbaned Turk
foreshadows the unholy trinity of Sunni, Alawite and Shia.
amongst this infidel horror that ripped up a thousand years
of the Greek Byzantines — of the Eastern Romans —
of the Romani
the slaughter ontinues to appal, this terrible blasphemy,
that first infected the world on 29th of May 1453
made manifest again in New York and Washington.
We need another rending of the veil,
holy war writ in blood down palace walls.