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Ulpiana beckons [69]

Ulpiana beckons

I'm as conflicted as Kosovo,
constricted by history and heritage
to consume myself, leaving nothing
but crumbs among ruins.

Under Serbian cornfields
shards of Rome rest to be uncovered
as if peace could be discovered
between the bombs and besa of Albanians.

I feel passion tearing me to pieces.
I have always been content with crumbs. (I've always survived/lived off of crumbs)

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.69] (27.prill/Април.2021)

I have a flag of Kosovo on my kitchen counter. I look at it and wish I were there. There are many places, so many places to visit that I'll never visit; yet, I have been blessed.

In a blog entry 27.04.21