Witness to millennial journeys
where bodies and bones
fold under tides of malice and misadventure
between conquests and continents
dictators and doctrine.
Gold, jewels and tears
to sit quiet against the roar and screech and wind
some with names
and most with nothing
and others as only memories of those not lost.
Come now to fight new battles
raise heroes and re-tell their myths
in proud words and ignorance and history
not enough to mourn
but celebrate our monuments made of death.
This poem was inspired by Tonico Lemos Auad’s In the Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones