. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Hakim. The Gatekeeper from Esagila.

Monday, January 16, 2023

Hakim. The Gatekeeper from Esagila.

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Title:

Hakim. The Gatekeeper from Esagila.

(A lone voice whispers)


In ancient Babylon 


I once stood alone and mixed fire

Iron and clay 


All day 


Creating a spell
To entice
My only light 


To come my way 


Sent merchandise of gold and silver


To her
The Pythoness of Endor 


Hidden in dark woods
Over the deepest of rivers 


Bundles of finest fresh linens and purple silk 


To satisfy her and her ilk

Citron wood and every kind of object

I could ever find 


Made of white ivory and black marble 


Whenever I could
No matter the expense 


Incense sticks
And scented Egyptian
Candlesticks


Made of expensive Frankincense 


Delicious crates of red wine

Bamboo baskets filled with white flour and yellow wheat 


Fields of fat cattle and herds of baying sheep 


Priceless trained horses and golden inlaid chariots 


New slaves of broken souls

Lascivious ladies and ravenous men 


To do her bidding 


Even acts of depravity
Linked to the forbidden 


For the fruit of my soul
And to be joined to her again 


A bright light
I once saw 


On a seemingly endless night 


But in the year 323


When my leader
Alexander the Great 


At only 32


Died and was eternally set free 


In the opulent palace of Nebuchadrezzar 


She

The Lady of the Wild Woods
The Pythoness of Endor 


Cursed me to chase her

Forever 


The Queen

I once conjured by fire
Iron and clay 


So today
In the 21st century 


Her I still chase 


Since eternal life
Is now my only penitentiary 


My only great living version
Of Babylon of old 


When I desired to sire 
A queen I once met 


Dancing
The Raqs Sharqi 


So fiercely
That her raw beauty 


I can never forget 


Adorned in soft crimson and glittering purple linen 


Clad in silver

Wearing gold and shining diamond stone earrings 


Reborn into the likes of
Badiaa Masabni 


It's why I still chase her
If I could confess 


For underneath 


Beneath all things linked
To trying to achieve immortal strength 


It's why now
To seek her out

Once more 


I always choose to break free  

From the external grip

Of The Valley of Death 


(C)
Copyright John Duffy 


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