Friday, March 27, 2015

38. Bitten by the wind

Bitten by the wind,
chewed by the years,
the wall changes expression
as time erodes.
Yet still you stand
as salt and sand
assail your pock-marked face.
And still you stand
though the builders
and the builders sons
lie in trampled graves.
And stand you will,
and stand you still,
when I have passed
and gone my way;
for you are stronger
and have still longer
to hold your vigil,
day by churning day.

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