[Poem] Nihil/ Something, A Decreasing Amplitude Sinusoidal Wave

Vacuous procession
On the estuary of Fate
Emptiness filled with distances traversed

For this Universe abhors the Null

Each spirit receives the outpouring

Absorbing, effusing, refracting, diffusing
According to the efforts of their sieving

Until they dissolve in the Ocean.

Image: https://www.chemistryworld.com/news/reverse-liquid-sieve-lets-only-large-particles-pass/3009410.article

[Poem] The Brothers Gracchi (A Duet)

121 BC, Roma hanging from a ledge
Citizens unhappy, jobs scarce, slaves are teeming
Wealthy Patricians too fat to care, with their hedge
They’re too busy with their political scheming

THE EXPANSION

Carthage gone, Spain conquered, foot in North Africa
Macedon and Persia defeated to yield Greece
Empire grows. Gaul and Liguria thrown back
North Italy, east Adriatic, slaves galore
Engine of conquest unleashed, powered by the slave market
Rome becomes wealthy Empire. Foreign labour disrupts
Economic disparity grows. Citizen soldiers back home
After long and hard campaigns, find themselves gone bankrupt

2. THE BROTHERS GRACCHI, TIBERIUS

In this angry storm are born the brothers Gracchi
Sons of Cornelia, grandsons of Africanus Scipi (Oh)
Plebian dynamite. Revolution is born!

Tiberius, first over the wall of Carthage
He wisely surrenders in Spain, saving his men (lives vs pride’s dressage)
Tried for cowardly surrender, the plebs he wins over (with speech and pen)
Getting his first taste of the power of the mob (populism begins to glower)
He gets himself elected tribune of the plebs (the might of his gob)
And begins a new campaign, his hardest one yet (Roman tradition ebbs)
for the equitable distribution of wealth (he’s all set)
The beasts of Italy have caves to stay, he says, (and in better health)
While common Romans have only the sun and air (but only during the day)
His reform is vetoed by a bought off colleague (how unfair)
The power thus abused, sets dangerous precedent (and deep intrigue)
All his legislations vetoed, Tiberius fights (with no antecedent)
He vetoes everything, forcing Rome to a halt (for the common man’s rights)
Giving them a taste of their own medicine (with a nasty tinge of salt)

3. THE VETO

A senator tries to pass a law, “Veto,” Tiberius cries
Allocation of funds for… VETO!
Magestr… VETO!
Lex At… VETO!
Hello…VETO!
Friends, Romans… VETO!

VETO!!!

Tiberius bends the law, plebian votes cast
That remove rival colleague from tribune office,(nearly his breath’s last)
Mob uncontrollable. They almost kill the man (his name may be Octavius)
Who dared block Tiberius! After the pop vote (Octi to safety ran)
Finally victory! Tiberius’ reforms are passed. (Tiberius gloats)

Tiberius continues in his quest. He knows
That he will be killed without the power of office (magisterium bestows)
He runs for tribune again, something unheard of (twice in a row, this)
He makes big promises to the people. (from his magical loft)
The senate spreads rumours that he wants to be king (A dangerous ripple)
Voting does not commence. Violence ensues… (Mourners sing)
Tiberius and his followers are killed (thrown into Tiber’s deadly blue)

The sacrosanct tribune has been murdered, (133bc)

4. THE BROTHERS GRACCHI, GAIUS

Gaius is a passionate man… Perhaps too much so
He gets so emotional during speeches (That Gaius, ho ho ho!)
That he makes a slave sit behind (While rhetoric screeches)
and pluck a lyre to quiet his mind
Whenever he gets too fired up on the rostra

A very different man from his late brother (Why so, Mother Cornelia?)

As quaestor in Sardinia, he looks after his men
The senate is wary of another Gracchi demagogue (They fear Gracchi kin)
They trick him with technicalities to stay away from Rome(remain in fog)
But you can’t pin a son of Cornelia down (he misses home)

He returns to Rome, breaking from honoured tradition,
Defending self against senatorial plots (with legal oration)
Gaius runs for tribune! The people really love him. (he’s no lout)
He uses his brother’s memory to great effect (plebian stim)
Passing retroactive laws to punish brother’s killers (vengeful reflect)
More populist reforms, and now even wooing the Knights (they’re big billers)
The grain dole, giving Italians the vote, etc (all sorts of new rights)
Without even running he becomes tribune again (plans for a tribe Italia)

5. LIVIUS DRUSUS AND THE RISE OF POPULISM

The senators start playing the Gracchi populist game
Gaius goes to Carthage. And when he returns to Rome(else his fire is tame)
Finds the people have been set against him by senate lies(bye palantine home)
Gaius moves to the slums, to try and regain his power (he never shies)
He barely loses his election for third term as tribune(no water in shower)
He goes to the people and claims electoral sabotage(to be legally immune)
His men kill a senator. Rome now under martial law(civil war on front yard)

Gaius is caught,decapitated head filled with lead and thrown into the river
And so the seeds of Destruction for the Republic are sown to grow and flower.

Image: François Topino-Lebrun – The Death of Gaius Gracchus

(Phew… I usually don’t spend more than a few minutes writing a poem. This one took me a couple of hours…)

[Poem] After Troy

Trojan defeat, the Greeks returned triumphantly
Etruscans aid Trojan refugees building Rome
Greek democracy plagued by demagoguery
Socrates killed by hemlock in his home

Rome defeats Carthage, Ave Jupiter Maximus
While Greece stagnates, their men of talent drained away, turned null
Phalanx versus legion, sarissa against gladius
What use are your big spears when your commanders are inept?
The neo Trojans return to Rome, their new home, in triumph

Image: Battle of Pydna, artist unknown

[Poem] Water Must Flow, Silt Must Go

Kerala is no stranger to natural calamities
Have you forgotten Kodungallur, capital of the kingdom
Wiped out by a tsunami?
Have you forgotten the entire Zamorin Navy
Destroyed by a single freak storm?
Have you forgotten that you once did call those flooded hills
The Poisonous Maiden?
Have you forgotten the monsoon of nineteen twenty four
When it rained much worse than now?

You got through that, and you’ll get through this.

What did you do when you were outnumbered many to one by Sultan Tipu?

Enough of your hartals and kudipakkas
Your self serving attitudes
The monsoons will just get harder
Rebuild anew without forgetting the wisdom of water
Do not block the rain’s flow

[Poem] Artemisian Notes

To, the Queen of Scythia

Pretty Helen of Sparta
She sure did make the Aegean cry
And got men fired up in the agora

But you’re no Helen
Paris is no match for you
You’d have kicked his ass into heaven
And annexed Troy single handedly, grit-true.
(Because kidnapping women isn’t a nice thing to do)

Scythian Queen, made of oak
Under whom the muses sing
Tomyris, slayer of kings of kings
Diana… Orion eternally sings for you.

Image: http://www.badassoftheweek.com/tomyris.html

[Poem] Abaddon, Gatekeeper of Sheol

Poor Abaddon, in charge of the Abyss
Angel of Destruction, Bringer of locusts
Everybody hates him, a thankless job
He’d much rather be reading Calvin and Hobbes
But he goes on with his work, because nobody else will
He would much rather laze about on a desert island and chillllllllll…

But he knows he cannot ignore the trumpet when it sounds the exterminatus…

[Poem] Everything’s Just Beachy

Sitting on a rock outcrop, on a lonely beach
Staring at the sun drowning itself to deep sleep
A stray dog gives me company, name him Sir Teach
My phone’s out of reach, and Sir Teach is a damn leech
Stealing my biscuits, that mutt! I sit there all night
The tide gets higher, turning my rock into an island
Sir Teach is not worried, he just sleeps on the top, nice and tight
I follow his cue, and say goodnight to Madame Lune… Wake up covered in dry sand

[Poem] Destructive Tendencies of Catherine Wheels

Potemkin villages and vast cities
Spanning as far as the sky eye can see
Hollow megaliths of monopoly
built from hypocrisy and slavery
Forsaking Mother Earth and Father Sky
Seducing our spirits with green bile
Seeking to make the ‘savage’ in his own image
And then flood his land with black Potemkin sewage

Institutions promoting mediocrity
To ensure political loyalty
Collapse is inevitable
Their thirst unquenchable
Logic mandates
Fiery fate


Or maybe
It’s not too late
For foundations
To be remade
To purge this trait
And build real houses

Cities without hate…

 

Wiki:In politics and economics, a Potemkin village (also Potyomkin village, translated from the Russian: потёмкинские деревни, Russian pronunciation: [pɐˈtʲɵmkʲɪnskʲɪɪ dʲɪˈrʲɛvnʲɪ] potyomkinskiye derevni) is any construction (literal or figurative) built solely to deceive others into thinking that a situation is better than it really is. The term comes from stories of a fake portable village built solely to impress Empress Catherine II by her former lover Grigory Potemkin during her journey to Crimea in 1787. While some modern historians claim accounts of this portable village are exaggerated, the original story was that Potemkin erected phony portable settlements along the banks of the Dnieper River in order to fool the Russian Empress; the structures would be disassembled after she passed, and re-assembled farther along her route to be viewed again as if new.

(This poem is a bit all over the place. I wasn’t sure about putting this piece up, but what the heck…I first wanted to write about Nazis and the nuke, which got me thinking about the Holocaust, which got me thinking about the Pale, and then Catherine and Potemkin.)