The Genghis Khan Exhibit Comes to Music City
 
The Great Khan has come
to Nashville
without his horde--
the Mongol lord
rides alone
down Lower Broad
past country music dives
and "I'm so lonesome I could cry" . . .
The Great Khan has come
along with all his relics
and his bones:
the warrior restless
for new worlds to ravage;
his soul still animate
behind the fierce bronze face-plate.
The Great Khan has come,
his spirit-horse moves slow--
unimpressed by plateglass
and plastic and neon rainbow--
and a little shocked too
by this thing never seen: 
a city not worth conquering.
 

 

 

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