Thursday, February 12, 2009

28 Poems - 12

Tina at the Lincoln Memorial

It took your eyes to see the marble columns
For what they are -- Egyptian; monolithic;
The stone dead guards of our own brooding Pharaoh
Who, blistered by the plague of civil war,
Unslaved a captive nation with his words --
Our Abraham, sitting in chiselled grandeur,
Lost in thought like a distracted god
While tiny struggling creatures at his feet
Look up in wonder, from the mortal union
That is his temple and our dwelling place.

copyright 2009 by Matthew J Wells

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