So you don’t want to make history?
\nCould use concrete to call it ruin.
\nBut weren’t we both impressed by Rome,
\nand the columns rolled and strewn?
\nWe liked to imagine it at its peak
\nwhen streets were new and baths were whole.
\nSomewhere there’s a postcard hologram
\nI bought, corners bent and rolled,
\nthat if you tilted gently you’d see
\nit change from crumbled to alive.
\nThis land was once ripe and fires lit!
\nYou think it’s late this claim to revive?
\nYou think this bed better built over?
\nMaybe this lover is rousing Pluto,
\nthis lyre and song too dissonant
\nand his gait and stain too Butoh.
\nDon’t turn too soon, see the riptide steal!
\nLeave the antihero to roam the desert
\nof this purgatorial freedomland
\nwhere hope and promise invert
\nwhile the next ones come in to loot
\nthe rubble to build down the road.
\nYet in their hands they’ll find it crumble
\nand dust, fooled to believe it’s gold. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So you don’t want to make history? Could use concrete to call it ruin. But weren’t we both impressed by Rome, and the columns rolled and strewn? We liked to imagine it at its peak when streets were new and baths were whole. Somewhere there’s a postcard hologram I bought, corners bent and rolled, that … Continue reading Rome<\/span>