Saturday, July 25, 2009

IVY, A Poem of Conquest

Ivy, A Poem of Conquest

Brick upon brick,
Red, orange, and brown,
Row upon row.
The white mortar
Outlining stony definitions.
Green ivy spade leaves
Crawling up
With no regard
To order or precision.
The worker’s plumb line
Once marking the walls
So true;
Only a memory
To the dead stone,
Beneath the emerald
Leafy fingers grasp.
To man’s perfect
Is sacrificed
Its own living alter
Of ivy.

Adron Dozat

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