We walk the battlements
like Othello and Iago
after the last invasion of
armed tourists.
We peer through
the interstices
where cannons once
protruded,
the wake of a yacht
cutting across the deep blue.
The waves break on
the rocks below
as we gather our thoughts
on war, history, and peace.
Fortifications to keep
the enemy–us–out.
And some lost purpose
of the long-gone dead.