Sad Palmyra, Ruined Again

Such wanton madness such
Bat-blind destruction and
Death of beautiful things. I think of

Rampages at night. Cries
From the ruined walls of
Ancient sites: heads lopped
Off, temples toppled, shot
At and blown
Away. Then,

Quiet men
Taken to broken amphitheaters…
An old-time
Entertainment, renewed. Such

Madness such death
In ancient sands. As
Men grin at tattered
Statues that once held up
Grand archways over grand,
Roman parades. Of cheers

To conquering men. Of
Wine spilled of madness
On burning hill-
Sides where we see tanks
Bursting forth and still…

That silence of centuries of
Men and of women who lived
Here once but blew away like
Sandstorms on dark nights that
Blot out those distant stars we
Just can’t quite see. Lovely,


13 thoughts on “Sad Palmyra, Ruined Again

  1. Donna@Living From Happiness April 10, 2016 / 5:21 pm

    I can’t help but think I am reading of ancient times with sad mistakes doomed to be lived again today on different soil. Very moving and beautifully penned!


  2. Sherry Blue sky April 10, 2016 / 6:09 pm

    I was saddened by the news those ancient sites have been so wantonly destroyed. No regard for history. Sigh.


  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) April 10, 2016 / 6:40 pm

    I really love how you draw the parallels of the ancient atrocities and the current ones… nothing but sand to remind us now is it?-


  4. C.C. April 10, 2016 / 9:22 pm

    This is such epic imagery: “blew away like
    Sandstorms on dark nights that
    Blot out those distant stars we
    Just can’t quite see”


  5. Mary April 10, 2016 / 9:53 pm

    Matthew, you have captured so well the sadness of the senseless destruction. “Madness such death in ancient sands.” Yes madness. What is becoming of this world!


  6. thotpurge April 11, 2016 / 3:13 am

    You get the sense that we’re hurtling down a path of no return.. that all this violence and destruction all over the world can hardly leave us one ray of peace and hope. A great poem.


  7. Sumana Roy April 11, 2016 / 3:26 am

    the poem takes me to the 6th century Bamiyan Buddha of Afganistan, destroyed by the Talibans. ….


  8. oldegg April 11, 2016 / 7:02 am

    Destroying history means nothing has been learned from it. Why should it be better to eliminate our past and expect we can gain something from nothing. If we start again with cruelty, destruction and bias how can we ever build a fair and loving world.


  9. ZQ April 11, 2016 / 10:25 pm

    SAD ! Well written of the beauty of history destroyed. 😦


  10. Jae Rose April 12, 2016 / 12:16 pm

    It’s a haunting image – how quickly we can eradicate beauty and history and leave nothing worthy in its place


  11. Carrie Van Horn April 12, 2016 / 1:54 pm

    You have painted a dark picture here….this is some great writing Matthew!


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