Frost heave,
water wash,
root pull:
implacable forces
of nature,
ever patient,
never sleeping.
This WPA erosion wall
built of heavy,
hand-placed stone,
not seventy years old,
now crumbling.
Knossos, Mycenae, Troy:
what remains
but rock, roots,
ruins and rubble?
Ever striving,
we imagine
ourselves the masters
of what we touch.
We craft the world,
mark it grandly
with great skill,
shape it
to our design,
but only for awhile.
No matter the effort,
our best creations
devolve to
random heaps
of broken masonry
trod upon
by clueless tourists.
In the end,
only the earth abides.
- mce
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