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WE SWEPT ACROSS THE LAND BETWEEN THE RIVERS

THE TIGRIS, SWIFT AS AN ARROW

EUPHRATES, MOTHER OF GRASS

MANY FELL BENEATH

OUR SCYTHED CHARIOT WHEELS

MOTHERS IN LAMENTATION

CROPS DESPOILED

GRAIN SCATTERED IN THE WIND

THROUGH THE GATE OF ISHTAR WE WHEELED

SHACKLED THE GODDESS

FACE PAINTED WITH OCHRE

TEARS OF LAPIS LAZULI

WE RAZED THE ZIGGURAT

AND STOLE THEIR ALPHABET

NOTHING WILL BE AS IT WAS

All Hail, Sargon! The true King of the exceedingly great city, Nineveh.

A poem of conquering passion.

thanks odette. the poem has historical inaccuracies, but i tried to capture the flavor of inscriptions.

impressive, dino... very impressive (and a damn good read)

terrific writing, dino.....the spacing of the lines to sit on their own really works well with this poem as each line is so meaningful...very nice....

thanks guys. i wrote it in a chat box on another site - things tumbled into place.

Those that tumble into place are de best.
As is proven here....
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hi theda! always like that you like.