Friday, September 16, 2016

ruinminations...



here, too, stand mysterious ruins by water's edge,
from what brute architects to what hollow kings


 foment hardcore monuments in mild forest glens,
with cold altar upon altar heaving heavenwards


where are they now, the lumbering ruminators
to unearth such moss encrusted stratagems fore


[and regain long lost powers of primeval strain
only to lose them again in the immutable march]