Saturday Poem

The Wall – 122 AD

Where are you?Hadrian's wall
As I walk upon your wall
Of tumbled stone
Across the land
With my gps
And mobile phone

Where are you?
With your bright red plume
Of eagle feather
As I stagger through
Your ruined dream
In nasty English weather

Where are you?
Now that time has done
Its caustic deeds
And left you here
Nothing but crumbled rock
and withered weeds

You thought empire
…..You thought wall
…..You thought power

But even stone
brick and mortar
even you . . .

By Bill Schneberger, May 2010