Literature
Arban
Ten thousand men. A slight in a Tuman,
I am the officer of the arban,
nine warriors are under my sole command.
These nine are an extension of myself -
petulant, euphoric, greedy, heroic -
I reach out to them with heavy armour
and enact my will - the will of the Khan
though being Greek they resent the Mongol.
You do seem to remember clearly - though
long ago - I got spitted on cognac
whilst dreaming of drinking black airag;
I had slipped on a sliver of moon
staring at me; Tengri's absent minded eye
or to affect a crude description -
a gurgling mouth with whitened teeth
staring - the vomit outstripped the muses.