The Wall – 122 AD
Hadrian
Where are you?
As I walk upon your wall
Of tumbled stone
Across the land
With my gps
And mobile phone
Hadrian
Where are you?
With your bright red plume
Of eagle feather
As I stagger through
Your ruined dream
In nasty English weather
Hadrian
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
…..unconquerable
…..You thought wall
…..impenetrable
…..You thought power
…..invincible
But even stone
brick and mortar
even you . . .
Hadrian
By Bill Schneberger, May 2010