We’ve all felt the struggle of
The world, the weight
Digging mountains on our shoulders
As the cold
Cold rivers drip and form
Popsicles down
Our quaking spines
--Our hands digging into the
Red Hot
Coals of the blazing deserts
As we become more
Monument than
Man.

And even in this statuesque state
Our eyes do not lose moisture
Our voices roar and bellow within our bronze casing
We are alive.

07/24/2012

Posted on 07/24/2012
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