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’s articles on politics and health care have appeared in Dissident Voice, CounterPunch, Global Research, The Saker blog, OffGuardian and KevinMD; while his poetry can be found at Dissident Voice, Mad in America, and Also a photographer, he is the author of three books of portraiture: Faces of The New Economy, Faces of Manhattan Island, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at Read other articles by David.