in a straight line they stand like soldiers in a drill
regimental and still, uniform in spacing
these soldiers report for duty no more
the bigger crypts define the industrial revolution
a who's who of guns, germs, and steel
the way the west was won
remnants of the angles and saxons
blue blood of old blighty
masons of the free world
a grandiose remembrant place big tombs of yawkee awe
from a prosperous time of jolly importance i suspect them aloof
imposing as a slave master commanding respect big stature
exposing monies folly the arrogance bred from
the egos driven from a boomtime the empire rising
be not afraid of your passage
these playful treasures of mortal comfort
are dead already
i'll take the free treasure for they do exist in the eyes of kin
more immortal than the granite juts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another strong poem... I like this you have a certain confidents about yourself which i love keep writing Krista