Rome – Spring 2015
It goes around that Rome, that antiquated
Pillar of the world, was not merely built
In just a day;
No, the earth did tilt,
And turn her face—
We were born,
We some fell ill
Before the storm
Before the falling of the reign.
It was made on, took from,
Crushed and bosomed life
—So it is related.
And too it’s said, all elevated
Nether to the ground must come;
With more delay,
The farther flung;
The more the weight
The ladder bears,
The faster crack the rungs.
To steal the air!
From skies! And future days!
Up the walls! The pillars tall!
Built for ever, never to fall!
That city was created.
And I look upon my modern world, consecrated
By concrete and by worthless wares
Made for being made,
Not worthy cares
—for rough-wrought product’s sake;
In that Rome
Were born affairs
—today our Arkenstone—
That call us best where brick is laid;
Forget the end! But not its size!
That Rome took long the truth belies!
That it was still made of spit and clay.