Generals sit erect, while marble horses
rear high; fallen comrades lie etched beneath.
Presidents in chiseled rocks--bodiless
soldiers entombed--wrapped daily in a wreath.
Obelisks soar, marking feats of heroism;
granite arches harbor battles won and lost;
Gravestones hiding dead from vandalism--
iconic landmarks stand in sun and frost.
Yet, end comes to stone and the names thereon
as mountains wear, glaciers melt, and trees die,
mocking man's monolith phenomenon
made to defy mortality-gone-awry.
Barbarism cut into weathered rocks,
the refuge of sword, but not cynic;
cloaked in swarming pigeons that come in flocks,
these edifices are but metaphoric.
Long Beach, New York
|HERBERT SIEGEL, Ph.D, 75, Long Beach, is retired CEO of major public companies. He served on numerous corporate and bank boards. Herb created three collections of poems over half a century and continues writing. His sign is Pisces.