Monthly Archives: March 2014

Mayflies to Mountains (Memorial in My Mind)

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It’s like a memorial in my mind.

Time has worn away the stone’s face

But the words remain

Carved

 

In layers of rock’s veins

We are mayflies to the mountains.

 

The sword in the stone was plunged

           (Does the ache linger?)

Then hid from our hundred eyes

           (Has our wound sealed?)

 

We are mayflies

To those mighty mountains.

 

Our battles are always lost

Only to begin with every sunrise.

We are dead.

We are born.

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