Rubble Beach, Pythagio, Samos, at the top of the Aegean Sea

Rubble Beach - Pythagorio,

Samos, at the Top of the Aegean

Usually,
Stones at this stage,
At the edge of the sea &
Tending towards sand,

The one's I'm used to seeing,

Usually,

They came here

Tumbling down streams,

From distant mountains

Or dropped far from home by Lazy glaciers

But these,

These were once this city -

Built and ravaged.
Rebuilt, ravaged,

The families who carried them Here
Hopeful for generations the

Beauty of this,

This
Glorious place,

Have seen,

Generation after generation,

Of warfare,

rape,

Endless cycles

Of enslavement,

liberation,

soldiery,

Victory of, by, to.

Now,

Lounge chairs
Carry all the tribes who once invaded,
now invited - if only for a while -

to relax on the Rubble
Of their Ancestors Making.