City Poems: Baghdad

Only You:
verdant green fields of morning and Misting Overtures are
entirely Unknown Here. The
results then show in an Old City and the rotted heart of It.

Beneath the Desert, where Nothing lies dormant,
accepting that fact: Auden said it and I trust him above Anyone.
games Despots play amount to sharing
how exactly the World is-can be-will. O Lord:
Despite injustice, how much Evil is left?
already so much has been exposed, over the Course of Time,
Do you think he is capable of more?