Cemetery of the nameless
I am one lost,
An orphan ghost.
Cursed to wander
In this ancient land
Mesopotamia.
Bursting these days,
Her ruins,
Her neglected towns,
And numerous they numerous,
In her deserted fields,
Swerving ghosts.
Addled now my thoughts,
Since the hardest tears
and late fright
I think I caught.
I fight claiming fears,
A stiff heart humanized.
For both wings aching
and sour
has been mine throat.
Corpses disfigured
I have seen afloat.
streaming down
the Tigris river.
I pursued them
they journeyed
to "Shaikh Jameel"
Where eyes beheld
standing villagers.
Retrieving them,
Cleaning them,
Entombing them
in descent holes.
Like me,
I found of late,
Corpses they anonymous.
Save I roam at will
this Corner of hell.
And frozen these mates
In a space infernal I call;
Cemetery of the nameless.
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