Farewell Andromeda
And a million synchronized notes
A satin black sky pierced with stars
Leaving Macedonia
Blurring in dust
Goodbye Macedonia
Farewell at last.
Macedonia.
Whom Alexander left behind to conquer the world.
Macedonia.
For whom Alexander, at 22, left behind his world to bring back the world.
Macedonia.
Dreaming of whom Alexander drowned himself in inebriation, cradled by the rivers of Babylon.
Distant Macedonia.
Whom Alexander never met eyes with again.
His fingers traced the white star on Bucephalus's black-as-death forehead.
Whispered names of stars in a crisp springtime Mediterranean sky.
Turned his eyes skywards
Searching lonesomely for familiarity
In a sky clouded with
Grime, and smoke and a million wraith-like spirits
Rising from the embers of burning Hydaspes.
Long-dead memories float off
And become murky clouds
Strangling nostalgic skies and referential stars.
Searching for a line
To thread together the stars
Into a necklace of pearls
Kissing Macedonia's slender neck,
Realization dawns in a smoke-stained autumn evening
Of clotted blood and plundered bronze.
Nothing happens for a reason.
No grander scheme
Nor a silver thread
Joining the heavens.
Vainly searching for a garland of pearls
He left Macedonia
Dying in dust.
