We were ghosts with

Destructed frames and

poisonous chemistry standing on broken taluses,

Under old oaks and hazels

Of hearts, sieving

Fossils,

Having owls’ eyes, yet

Gazing silently and gravely,

At the cracks on ancestors’ bones,

Settled at the bottom of the stream

They were warriors, pattering on the same land;

Soldiers, infantries and cavalries;

stripped off their ranks and uniforms ,

Though , they fought for ever,

For nothing ,

Along this river and far, up to the mountains,

At entrances of the cities, almost everywhere,

Swords , daggers and rifles were in hands,

They followed the first great warrior , Ankido,

And soared on carts

Under Gilgamesh , the mighty king of Sumer.

We were mercenaries, and least cruel ,

I know their faces, one by one, written on the bones

They were many,

They were wrecked, settled at the bottom,

where worm, conferva and fish built nests

We halted for a second,

With tearing eyes, recalling memories.

Of the naked troopers, bare feet soldiers.

*****

Midst all magistrates,

I was the only footman, though

Screamed; fathers, kings, gods;

You have not warmed their couches,

Whores would have …

******

We were still seeking for precious stones midst the remains .

Seeking ancient rolls metaphorically ,

Bones, ivories, parchments, warriors’ vaults

They said, diamonds hidden in,

But I knew;

The only silicon strap was my bone, the left over .