Inspired by the random words of the previous post.


The destruction of Sennacherib has been told,
and the wolf falling down on the fold we know well,
and the silver tongues urging the uplifted spears
of the cohorts all gleaming in purple and gold.

Will you come to the seashore and sift through the tides,
for the booty of war that’s washed up on the rocks?
Will you lend half an ear to the guiltless who cry,
to the mothers who weep, to the mothers who die?

There is nowhere to hide from the sickness we spew,
no earth magic saves from the death we have forged,
for we worship the power of bright shiny steel,
and sacrifice women to religious zeal.

Published by

Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

6 thoughts on “Assyrians”

  1. I got the same sort of message, but yours is more poetic. Mine’s just a rant. 😏
    I wanted to use seashore, but I couldn’t fit it in. Probably because you did. It’s a word that brings happy memories to me, so it didn’t fit in my head.

    1. I’ve just read yours. It’s closer to home for you, so you’re bound to be angry. I’m still incredulous (and Byron worked his way in).
      The seashore’s a pretty ugly one though.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s