fearsome

i fought the crusades for my family and church
the wars never ended until i was forgotten
by the time it was over so was i
i spent a long time finding the wonders
of the land i was sent to destroy
the broken shards of beautiful pots
fired in kilns of masterful design,
now in pieces and crushed into the sand
where there were mosques and minarets
now the sky through jagged holes opens
leaving no doubt who was the mightiest
and the most fearsome
so now i search for the spices i have become addicted to
and the coffee beans of such intense delight
and where the plants grew are
graveyards of the farmers and their families
i left so far behind