Buxton Shippy (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)
Stones tell us what happened
All those blistered years;
The mocking, the killing, the stench.
How many Caesars cheered?
Mortar tell lives of children sealed
Betwixt the fires and iron spears.
Antiquity, I can hear you wailing
Riding on winds of history
There were washings in the baths
But the killings are a smear.
Some pillars still free-standing
On witnesses of uncaring;
Dusts still rising, on scripted years.
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