Captured from wide and far
around, now pinned up
to prevent them from disappearing:
trophies from the past

stone signs on stakes
saved as a description
of the daily history
that nobody remembers

shards of time

from the ground on which we live
the hereafter of our ancestors'
blood, their sweat and tears
a living foundation

for our prosperity and the rest
the impotence and the gentle love
of caring, is too flaccid
and too volatile, in our souls

just a knowing