Mother And Child

Ever fixed, mother and child,
lasting longer than the old limestone
carved to honor sneering gods styled
with grim-faced features, each god now strewn
amidst ruins, the grass grown wild
with disrespect, and by Nature sewn
to temper pride to something mild,
to hush the god and his feckless groan
and all others likewise beguiled
with conceits beyond flesh, blood, and bone
amongst the countless ruins piled,
whereas mother and child stand alone—
through eons, mother holding child,
strong without army or wealth or throne.

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