It cannot be stolen- that which was freely given—
Why then is there madness— why then so driven?
Roman ruins— or ruined Rome?
Earthly havens— Heavenly homes?
See the monuments to great men?
Crumble. Crumble. Crumble again!
The shrines to gods— who eventually die.
Beautiful, though the Earth: eternal though, the sky.
Stone gods guarding temples of men—
hearts that will never beat again.
Concrete. Marble. Stone… foregone past?
Does rock, does dirt, do fossils last?
When in Rome.
jth- 06/2009
