Madinat az-Zahra
مدينة الزهراء
Alabaster rosesspring at random
from a single stem,
yet hiss and spit
in scrambles
for ascendancy.
A narcissistic fountain
plays for hours
in the twilight,
while in the fluted
audience hall
a dynasty implodes.
The postern keeper
doesn't ask the soldiers
why they've come.
First published in Blue Minaret.