Kumarbi sank teeth into Anus’s balls,
His screams detected in Uranus.
Heinous thunder the sky discharged,
And Teshub grew the people’s inheritance.
His city gave milk to travelling men,
Hellenistic code the rage,
Pale fertile soil, rich marble prized –
The end of the silk road, a golden age.
Masorah transported from the holy land,
To this aged old city still breathing.
In antiquity, Khalpe or Khalibon,
Amidst dead cities of Byzantium.
Thousands of skulls outside the gate,
Left Jedi elites and the Council –
Teshub is One now, Committee decides,
Black-axe-welding God duly cancelled.
Now set in Sadallah Al-Jabiri Square,
Hash-smoking turbaned man in a traduced state:
Was keenly surveyed and watched him there,
Twirling in Aleppo, a conspicuous fate.