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Ruins of Nineveh

Poetry

Those rich metaphors drawn from the sky and sea
Rich funereal language, baptism, burial, birth,
Blossom and harvest, wise ones, Witan’s children.
From the lips of children we learn that clinging
To life is not enough

Smoke over Mosul. Mosul’s churches, where once
The Jacobite heart of Christian…