Monomatapa On The Detroit River
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Leo Yankevich
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When the fair-skinned missionaries came,
they were struck by the beauty of the ruins.
The heathen natives, living in crude huts now,
told them vaguely of a mighty kingdom
where Hannibal and Cleopatra ruled.
This was a city of bronze architects,
of bronze philosophers and of bronze poets.
The graffiti on the walls were hieroglyphs,
and the railway station Malcolm's palace.
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