Surreal Football

A poem for Spain as they celebrate their #EURO2012 victory

These are the gates of Nineveh: here
Sargon came when his wars were won
Gazed at the turrets looming clear
Boldly etched in the morning sun

Down from his chariot Sargon came
Tossed his helmet upon the sand
Dropped his sword with its blade like flame
Stroked his beard with his empty hand

“Towers are flaunting their banners red
The people greet me with song and mirth
But a weird is on me,” Sargon said
“And I see the end of the tribes of earth”

“Cities crumble, and chariots rust
I see through a fog that is strange and gray
All kingly things fade back to the dust
Even the gates of Nineveh”