The impenetrable monument Does not verge or angle In a time made green by grass, Nor does it lightly lack 5 An upright pointing finger To implicate a God. It is not A comfortable spring; there is no Useless cherry blossoming. There were those that said 10 A people's greater than her nation; Or that war was a mask We had put occasionally on To learn our own true natures. And who is left that's numbered 15 Among those that dream Of future events, future events that still Charge out of the bewildered mind's Shattered cognizance. Things were so Confused it seemed that some 20 Might burn until their hearts were new And remain unrecognized. And so they walk Like amicable young children taught To know what is the past. Though there were those who spoke 25 Of the uninstructed dead, Others said its only Stray names caught in a niche Like dirt beneath the nail. Such talk does not make the moderate 30 Slant carelessly to dreaming Or a troubled sleep or sleepless--- Mere mimic to the migrant change Of patternless galaxies. By measured statements that proceed 35 From a level look There came a jeering last The gaping multitudes, or a few, To examine what had been done About what had been said. 40 THey came murmuring names Or weeping, weeping, Or murmuring names. And to the uttermost of this Still uncertain heart 45 I find I cannot confess The imponderable waste of days.
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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