Stones

Stones


Kings built the stone with

victory, to have won,

the privilege to tread upon it,

where, she was, in the eye of the king

a different goddess, driving different horses

 

But soldiers beat the stones

with their feet, every stone

a shambling, and soles are clacking

upon them, hammers are falling,

apart, taken away, how vacant

the door, sees the snail

masking the royal stones, with lines,

that won’t fade, into the pebbled cracks

Unter dem Linden, he sits

with the tears of the trees

and Unter dem Linden

he sits, with the protesters

 

Who test the stone with their will;

Test it with starvation, immigrants

stay holding her, through it all

So Berlin greets the world

her staff is high, as people

 

Demolish the stone with unity

with tourists, who will suffer?

“But it should not have happened,”

and still Berlin will greet the world

they know, but two don’t, in soldier’s costume

gracing the Avenue, tainting the memory

so Quadriga, greets the world,

the framed moment, photograph of river’s bed,

they’re standing in anger, it saddens

because history is drenched with Panzers

 

Controlling the stones, with thunder and lightning

standing upon them, the leaves

they have fallen, and worn down all

the stones, with their fading reason

but we stand up, on time to see it all

because there is none left, there is no place

for rest

 

 

So we must sleep upon the stone

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this in the style of Rainer Maria Rilke in the shadow of the Brandenburger Tor (Brandenburg Gate).

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What came to mind for myself

What came to mind for myself was an image of Boudicca, Queen of the Iceni, who trails behind her, a similar story of what many see as "never should have been", but for the sake of a single devasting blow to the history of our species.

..... And yet, I love Boudicca and her defiant story of what one person is capable of when pushed to the conviction of their soul's purpose. Strangely enough, I cannot feel the same for Hitler.

.....


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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well, understandably. Hitler

well, understandably. Hitler never had any transgressions done to him that would warrant "revenge" or "justified recompense." Intersting figure though, Boudicca, I just looked her up for the first time. I could understand her reasons for what she did. 

However. The poem, Stones, is actually about many historical events that the Brandenburger Tor has seen. Originally build by a King in 1688, then WW2, then the berlin wall being torn down, and now today and what goes on there. 

Thank you for reading.


Do you remember why we're here?

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http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rpEzMSfyX6c&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DrpEzMSfyX6c


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "