Awe, the Akkadians, and Two Men in Love

Loch Awe, embraced by Scottish hills alone,

Lies long beneath the troubles caused by wind,

Perhaps of troubled hearts.  The cairns of stone

Around the Bridge of Awe say men have sinned

Against each other.  There they showed no love.

Instead they killed for hate of blood not theirs.

The heartless winds go on at Awe above

Its saltless face.  Men, as if men’s heirs

Are more important than the love of men

For men, do murder of kin’s foes.  The waves,

As readerless as Picts with no amen,

Are cuneiform beside lost warfield graves.

  We chose the longer, larger facts for man.

    We made amour above a Scottish clan.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Mar 1, 2025 | BO, GA, GU, Ho, Uncategorized | 0 comments