Eis Tin Poli (In the City)

Is The Cloven City ever one?
Won and blinded
Pastirma coated crumbling catacombs

Alluvium of the ancients
The patient settling of lore
Writhing desire climbing

I am yours says the
Capital of ambitions
Nova Roma's bronze eye signs

The wave of heavy lashes
Beaconing, teaching, reaching
An earth-soaked Leonardo

Too far, fleeting seat of money power
Raki toasted towers
Out-shouting steeple hours

Spiraling castle
Now domination's boasting basket
Blinking Bedouins' Caesar seat

Dusty facets shatter to dark quarter tones
Bright Bosporus the color of sweet basil in lamb
Blue-grey blood enriched with age

That Lamb
Stretched as it is
Rings with His destiny of consumption