By Cody Busch-Weiss
Inspired by Stonehenge (i L/s in England) )
The stiﬂed ﬁeld, the sooted sky, The verdant moss and slick rocks.
These granite giants have not strayed far from their thrones, Even in death beside their basalt brothers.
Through bombs and bloodshed they have stood, Neither weather nor war shall breach this fortress.
A temple to the tun‘, A shrine to the sky,
An andesite altar, Raised for a long-gone grassy god.
A shipwreck in a sea of weeds, For what voyage was this galley built?
The lichen have made it their reef, For what treasure do these divers search?
But man never destroys the roots That anchor these earthen bones.