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Some Thoughts on Ancient History

My grandfather amidst

An earthquake,

A stone-hard marble pillar

Of a man,

Remains cold, always,

Even to the touch;

He holds up his end

Of the fortress

With clipped words,

Riddled with hard edges

That slip through the cracks

Of a curled upper lip.


My grandfather amidst 

The aftermath,

Some stone-hard marble ruins

Of a man,

Remains still, always,

Even when watched;

He holds up his pieces

Of the crumbling site

With resonating silence,

Amplified by a sense of finality

That draws in the ears

Of wandering pilgrims.



By Mel Spiridigliozzi

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