And he of once indomitable Troy saw the burning towers.
And the moons turned nigh, while the stars did beckon,

Enshadowed earth with no half-light ever, as the
Hour of the doomsday rained down upon them.

An imperious judge that sang of caraway
Seeds, a maiden that was an owl;

For Gog and Magog had undrowned upon the precipice,
As the terrors of hell clove the blood-red gloaming;

And the world turned nigh unto the ancient wise man,
Now tortured by demons, while the screen knew never.

Empyrean chimes that set alight the world of dream;
A broken memory, thrice borne in suffering, a yearning

Meadow soon forgot; and the gavel did fall, while the
Angels wept, and the night passed over the weary earth;

And Priam mourned the now bloody brook,
A scorched realm where no lilacs grow;

Unhallowed eye of a cruel dominion,
As the martyr stood in silence.

David Penner has taught English and ESL within the City University of New York and at Fordham. His articles on politics and health care have appeared in CounterPunch, Dissident Voice, Dr. Linda and KevinMD; while his poetry has been published with Dissident Voice. Also a photographer, he is the author of three books: Faces of Manhattan Island, Faces of The New Economy, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at: 321davidadam@gmail. Read other articles by David.