Author: Silent Harlequin PM
A poem about time and how it destroys things.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 122 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-04-06 - id: 2257278
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There are cracks that run through concrete walls.
The English professors in the stately brick buildings
Claim that this signifies violence; the jaggedness of the cracks.
The brick buildings though, are covered with ivy and filled with books.
And they smell of climate-control,
If they don't, then mildew pervades,
As the accumulated knowledge of Eve's children
Is slowly destroyed by water.
Water can seep through the cracks, soothing the singes,
And cooling the inflamed concrete.
This is a poem about the destruction wreaked on any thing by time. It is about how constant effort on a variety of levels is needed to forestall complete collapse. Anything that humans build is automatically a target for natural decay.