Mauseleum Poem by Stan Petrovich

Dedicated to Aries,
Vile god of war,
And duplicated by such fools
As the Masons and even some governments,
Who on earth should bother with the dead:
There are no ghosts as all, you see;
And they even if they existed
Would not care about you and me.
But the site of Hellicarnassus
Is ruins,
Like the ruined castles of the Anasazis in Arizona,
Playthings for tourists and photographers,
Not worth a dime
For any other activity,
Maybe music the single exception,
Like Ravel's 'The Tomb of Couperon',
A great affirmation of life over its own dire subject.