Lost Remembrance

We crossed over deserts, meadows, mountains,

travelled by rivers and seas, Arctics and Antarctics,

planted vines, bridges and ports, raised sheep and sons.

We built churches, cathedrals, palaces and poor hovels.

We lit fire into dark nights and hope into sore souls

but also have made mad things we prefer never to remember.

We threw roads and rails, telegraphs, cities, skyscrapers,

yet an audacious tower, at Babel, when, our history tells,

You promptly restrained us.

Your sons became grandsons, great-grandsons, at last, us,

adoptive sons who every day attempt remember

what was like one face that has been said

we are patterned to.

Published in December 4 2015 at Whispers.

http://www.whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com

Published in February 29, 2016, at Dead Snakes

http://www.deadsnakes.blogspot.com

Published in West Ward Quarterly, Winter 2017 issue.

http://www.wwquarterly.com

 

 

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