This vanishing life

cobbled streets and smoke and these long grey days of August

but at heart my orthodox soul grieves

amidst  these long centuries of despair

 all the bodies left there

 

landless

we were

our sons taken

anytime

to return

savages

 

constantinople

we  bury our dead at night

out of sight

of  these  converts

renegade croats, serbs,

spat on their compatriots

and took the Turkish gold

 

the bodies left behind

out of sight and mind

 

memories fast for 400 years

faces  ground further

into the mud by 

the 13th SS Handzar brigade

 

 NATO bombs holy kosova

back to the sixteenth century

with the bodies left behind