Ghosts shriek in the wind from the Hindu Kush Falling upon the lowlands in despair Of any reality beyond death In the blood-sodden sands where sinks all good
Walls, monuments, souls, hopes – all blow away In the wreckage of long-fallen empires Their detritus trod upon by tired men Whose graves will be the howling dust of time
And yet the empire masters will return And leave fresh offerings, remnants of the young: A British Enfield, a Moghul’s lost shoe, A cell phone silent beside the Great Khan’s skull
2012, The Road to Magdalena
For Remembrance Day / Veterans' Day
First published in THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, 2012. I am not prescient; anyone who had read a little history (NOT on the InterGossip) would have anticipated how all this would end.