Ohrmazd – From the Archives

Once this sand and wilderness
were gardens, where we greeted
mighty Cambyses

glittering dancers whirled
as your priests
filled our cups
with liquid glory.

‘til Macedonian javelins
rained down and runners
brought the dread
from the River Granicus

You stood silently winged one
through the millennia 
while your illuminated manuscripts
were used for wrapping fish

You are now art. no longer god;
treasured by the children
of Darius, of Xerxes
by the sons of Alexander

until the coming
of the new Luddites
smashing you with hammers
as if you were a loom.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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1 Response to Ohrmazd – From the Archives

  1. beetleypete says:

    Beautiflully captured, Frank. It wasn’t that long after ISIS that people in Britain were destroying statues. Yet we called them the barbarians.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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