Monday, April 6, 2015

my eagles perched.

Here I stand atop an uncommon table
Overseer of this freely roamed land
Men who built me worn into the ground
Legacy etched on my weathered face

Mighty in stance, amenities boasting 
Three sisters keep watch under my feet
Brothers in arms near earth as angels
Vigilant by day, forgotten by night

"But our purpose abused!"
Scream the scribbles at base
Shameless mockery, anonymous foes
Terrifying indifference
"Hear me!" I cry into the void

An artifact I, though sturdy in heart
Can't bring a rock to change its ways
And exist I will, outliving them all 
In my nominal splendor. 

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