Rampage

Roaming through the ruins –
Stumbling stones – blocks of sooty bones
Baalbek – a bird’s eye view of the gods who flog me.

I’ll be down…down there
as the falcon flies –
I’ll be crowned there – crown me
with your shiney drones.

There’s nothing left
Nothing left to lose – or to gain.
Just a few grapes beyond the hill . . . is all I wanted.
Olive leaves gleaming in the sun
A dangling fig of fortune . . . too much for you?

All that’s left is my rage –
So, I rampage – against the god who stalks me.
All that is left is pain – that I don’t understand.
So, I rampage – against the ones who mock me.

I’ll be down…down there
as the falcon flies –
I’ll be crowned there – crown me
with your shiney drones.

©Katsa