I have travelled over sea and sand to this ancient place.
My footsteps upon this cursed ground, these sad streets, are heavy,
For I walk in ancient Carthage.
Not the brilliant white ruins of antiquity for this place.
Here, every street and stone, root and rock, weep for the past.
I am choked as I walk, heavy of heart for all the whispers about me.
From the salt-sown earth about the Bursa Hill,
The men, women and children of Carthage scream, and wail, and cry.
For all time.
“Carthago delenda est” said the Roman.
And so it came to pass.
As I walk the streets, burned by the flames of ages past,
An incessant whispering of ghosts in my ears,
The bloody words resonate with the tramp of legionary hobnails.
“Carthago delenda est” – Carthage must be destroyed.
I walk among Roman ruins as well, for time has no favourites.
Build upon the ruins of the fallen they might,
But Rome too is dust in Carthage.
The walls and pillars of the Caesars crumble and decay, the mosaics fade.
Punic and Roman voices are caged together here…forever.
As the wind whips dust among the ruins,
And the sea laps the shore,
I weep for the forgotten people of this place,
If you interested in Carthage, there is a great trilogy by author Ross Leckie that is worth checking out.
Recently, I also enjoyed watching the documentary Carthage - The Roman Holocaust. I'm not sure about some of the theories in this documentary but it does make a good case and takes the viewer to some spectacular locales. Well worth an hour and a half of your time. I was inspired to look through some of my old photos of Tunisia after watching this documentary and was thus inspired write this picture postcard.
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