he slew the dragon Saint George
and the blood of centuries fled down rivers of time as fugitives
comingled with other blue green peace coloured waters of confluent civilities yet conflict brew
the tiny country just a pebble in the grander plan of the Levantine nations to the East of the West
and pincered by
a civil notion in a better world
every religion lived in respect and honour
all the notions of one God not many
Maronite sepulchres
Mosques and places of Jewish passover prayers met
in a triangulation of harmonies
the sea of middle earth splayed in aquamarine pantomimes beyond
the snowfields adrift see the beaches shine below
and the bustling hub of Phoencian traders ply their noisy craft
an explosion of wealth and tragedy follows
atomic
urgent
sorrowful
vast
violent
sudden
Beirut
5th August 2020 Anno Domini
Flynnpoetry 