"Sidon"
for Yara
in the north and south
the geography of your afternoons
the sea sips the land
and the sky attends to the tips of
lemon trees, the sun shadows
the old alleyways, underneath
the cuniforms tell of blood-
letting, of love, of death, of
your peoples, long, long gone,
and the airways, carry songs
about nightingales, and missiles,
the trajectories of love and
hate, and on the Phoenician
coast, the holiday-makers
bask in the light of histories,
the modern world of hip and hop
and pocket monsters
meets like hot and cold fronts
the ancients, the Assyrians,
and then Alexander, and
St.Paul, and even the Mongol,
all come to the shores of Sidon,
and in a cave, the Apollonian
order, and outside Dionysius,
reigns supreme, thus the city
feigns allegiance to Nietzsche.
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