Looking up at the Acropolis, Bergama, Turkey

The old gods all dead now they lie scattered

in the ruins like statues headless and chipped

deaf and dumb the gongs and drums and thrum

of prayer dissipated like incense from

the censer of time. Now as the sun seeps

down the once proud and immutable Roman

eagle fades into night, the hill burnished

with colours enriched, then dun washed to dusk.

Now the confluence of calls to prayer echoes

and flows within valley walls from near and far

Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar,

God is Great! Proclaim Allahu Akbar.

Hayya 'ala-s-Salah. Hurry to
the prayer! Will the new Gods die in time like
the old gods? Pray harder pray harder!

Pray louder! Wake them in their careless sleep!