In my mind I see
The clad-bronze walls of Babylon
Which once beheld the Great Tower;
Where are they now?
Rivers of silver sand shift towards the setting Sun.
Ur-Babylon, light-city, desert's ruby-torch;
You lay silent, dormant, dead.
Not even the skeletal husks of your temples
Remain.
Time is hard at work.
It gnaws at the triumph of Man, renders it a mere mirage.
Vestiges of shadows woven by history linger where you once stood.
Jest becomes sadness becomes pain becomes anger becomes death.
I sit among you, fallen heroes, forgotten faces of Babylon;
I drink the waters you drank, I sit under the self-same Sun you beheld
As god.
I hear the echo, your voices sound in my heart; they sing hauntingly,
Through ages, through days.
They lament for Babylon.
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Author:
Joakim Bergen (
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Comments2
Babylon is still here, the name changed to Hollywood. Lol. Great write
I will not mourn the fall of the great harlot !
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