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