22nd March, 2016 (imagine)
by Brendan Strong
With contrast enough
To stand out from a background.
Bringing stones up from underground
To carve out gods to praise
Or trade for gold on show days or slow days.
That rubble lying there again. Still.
And the stories we tell.
Still, there’s only themselves to blame.
We can start again. The morning sun will rise until it doesn’t. An