On the ruins..

A prose poem by: Hikmet Elhadj *
(Didicated to Ali Ben Nekhy and other two angels with m)

.. But what were you doing with that girl with her curled, braided hair among the ruins of Babylon?
Were you rousing Ishtar from her slumber,´-or-were you drinking wine with the passersby in her temples and with the courtesans?
Or have you forgotten to immerse yourself in worship at the shrine of the Lady who adorned her hair with strands of silver?
So that beauty crumbled, yeah, and the Lion of Babylon cried out, “O you people, do you remember the boy who spent his life among the Hanging Gardens and thought that Nebuchadnessar was his grandfather, and his mother a princess of Media and Elam?”
Come back, Comrade, and let the two angels settle on the bank of "Hilla_City" river, for the boy is still sitting in "Abu Siraj’s café", waiting for his father to return from his inspection tour through the luminous night of Babylon.”

# A note on the poem-;-
I wrote this poem because of two photographs of him, and a memory of mine _for my Comrade went and set foot on the very spot where my feet had trod sixty nine years ago. As for the two angels, they have captivated my soul_ one with her silver, the other with her long hair, which curls even into the Babylonian night.

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