Monument And Walking A Round
Item
Title
Monument And Walking A Round
Description
Two poems from 'At Stonehenge & Avebury'
by John Grande.
"
Monument
In the Driving Rain
Long After the
Mapquest
And Monitor
Through a turnstile
Shiny aluminum
And many languages spoken
around us
From the Queues of people
Entering
And straggling gaggles
Of people leaving
Through a tunnel-like
Contraption and
passing along
Guided if you like
Towards the site
The stones
Are there
Less sanctimonious than in
the books, the photos, the endless unattainable
Images
more Majestic too
more like a reconstructed
Mystery
We find ourselves
Watching the HEADLIGHTS
Far off
A line of CARS
At rush hour
BUMPER to BUMPER
Along the Motorway
"
"
Walking A Round
A cow gate
And muddy path
Follow down
Across rough
Terrain
Unmarked
Open
No visual pollution
Billboards -- adds
Like white pillows
These stones billow
They are chaffed by time
Worn down
But there
Who made them?
We get to a root system
As intertwined
As any nervous system
Can be
The same roots for both
These trees
Like a river they cover
The ground and flow along
The surface
Of this hill
The green recycling boxes
Spill Over
Onto the streets and
Are like markers
That follow an
Undulating course
Down the street
Milk carton on the street
A crushed bottle
Tired of all this
Waste
"
by John Grande.
"
Monument
In the Driving Rain
Long After the
Mapquest
And Monitor
Through a turnstile
Shiny aluminum
And many languages spoken
around us
From the Queues of people
Entering
And straggling gaggles
Of people leaving
Through a tunnel-like
Contraption and
passing along
Guided if you like
Towards the site
The stones
Are there
Less sanctimonious than in
the books, the photos, the endless unattainable
Images
more Majestic too
more like a reconstructed
Mystery
We find ourselves
Watching the HEADLIGHTS
Far off
A line of CARS
At rush hour
BUMPER to BUMPER
Along the Motorway
"
"
Walking A Round
A cow gate
And muddy path
Follow down
Across rough
Terrain
Unmarked
Open
No visual pollution
Billboards -- adds
Like white pillows
These stones billow
They are chaffed by time
Worn down
But there
Who made them?
We get to a root system
As intertwined
As any nervous system
Can be
The same roots for both
These trees
Like a river they cover
The ground and flow along
The surface
Of this hill
The green recycling boxes
Spill Over
Onto the streets and
Are like markers
That follow an
Undulating course
Down the street
Milk carton on the street
A crushed bottle
Tired of all this
Waste
"
Creator
Date Created
2008
Type
Print - Text
Location
Cabinet 4 Drawer Tool And Utility