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

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