Monument

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flesh and bones

wind-weathered stones

measure footprints in  the sand

seeking reason’s rhyme

we mark the time

to the fall from where we stand

 

this patterned march

neath clouded arch

in cadence to moon and sun

from crawl to walk

to endless talk

not all that’s said is done

 

what be the goal

to find the soul

of meaning in the being

why speak of needs

if sight impedes

the knowing from the seeing

 

what dare I say

to change one day

when destined to the rust

march on good man

love all you can

slow not for pending dust

 

at breath’s last air

know that somewhere

this monument’s erected

bearing witness to

there was a you

and an atom was affected

 

 

                                      s. paul