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A Byzantine Lamentation

 

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My love didn’t come from nowhere.  

My father was a bastard, a sailor on the seas,

My mother just a peasant

Spent her life upon her knees.

The noblesse oblige:

The drinking and the drugs,

Was countered by Intelligence

And a tingling in the blood.

 

We were the late Romans

Much diminished and now, finally, gone.

For since the death-stroke of 1453,

When we heard Mehmed’s order to make

St Sophia’s cathedral a mosque,

Constantinople has been forced upon its knees:

At oh! such an irrecoverable cost.

 

◄ 1971

Shadows on a broken vessel ►

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