Ice battles
bareheaded Monguls
sweeping the world.

You only retreated
to select a new ruler

otherwise your empire
would have been widest in history.

You chewed over the steppes like a blizzard,
to the doorstep of Vienna.

You were rapist, plunderer
kind to your soldiers
bred in a yurt.

Inexplicable how time has
scrawled you off her charts.

But I still feel you galloping like mayhem
over the cloven tracts of Asia.

Robert James

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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