Parthenon
icicle arms
earthen legs
she begins to crumble
my
mother
begins to crumble
with icicle arms and
earthen legs,
she is holding on
but i've already let go
the war
is over but the troops
still storm the shore
at 0:600 i felt the
barrel
in my ribs
when they storm the shore
they pushed the barrel deeper
this is my parthenon,
this is where i wonder.
with icicle arms and
earthen legs, she beings to
melt away.