two days i will never forget
the first
the day we set the first stone
large enough to crush an army
the ground shaking with fury
as we lay it down
that very monument, dwarfed
by the site, made level,
so vast that the dream of filling it
seemed an empty jest
gods, the courage we had then
to feel the weight
of every stone to come
and still imagine ourselves
powerful enough
to build a mountain
we sang songs
maker songs
warrior songs
so many voices
i will remember
the resonance of the final chord
until i become dust
the last
we were so close, almost done
it would inhale a shadow in the morning
calling it home from distant un-named lands
'til at noon it would pause and then
exhale out to evening and
the other side of the world
an image of what
could be wrought from dreams
it was nearly impossible
to draw breath in that shadow
to see it was to become meaningless
yet it proved us mighty
the angels destroyed it all
our dream of power shattered
not a stone left standing
to give testimony
having torn it down the angels turned
on us, and made themselves certain
we would never again
sing those songs
that day also
i will never forget
'til i become dust
though i pray
that day
will come soon