Sunday, April 29, 2012


Stone on stone
Moss on all
Ages gone
Jungle crawls and creeps around and on.
Tomb in air, crumbled
Rot and ash
Flies buzz, grass
Grows and spreads
Bird calls cackle and
All alive the stone
Calls, warm. I lie
Spread-eagle atop acropolis and drift:
Hear trades and lives
Families, wars, and eons
Of life amid this jungle
Stone of fire.

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