I’m extraordinarily fond, and proud, of this poem. It’s about the way that war and violence affect one’s humanity.
It begins with a quote from Gabriele de’ Mussi, a historian of sorts, who gave one account of the beginning of the black plague in Europe in the mid-14th Century.
He tells of the siege on Kaffa (now known as Feodosia in Crimea) in which the Mongols launched the rotten flesh of their own sick and infected soldiers over the city walls in order to weaken the defending forces — an early version of biological warfare.
Please read and share it. You mean the world to me.
Thanks for being a part of this crazy project.