Wind of History by Jacek Yerka
with broken glass eyes
at the flooded bones
of yesterday littering
the front lawn.
Moss etches an epitaph
into the crumbling sentries
of pillar and stone that attempted
to defend slavery’s bastion
from the onslaught of freedom.
Centuries lie in rusted amnesia
bleeding its forgotten lessons
into the soil once fertile with rebirth.
Gone with the wind is the grace
of what could have been leaving
ghosts to haunt with agony’s remorse.
©Susie Clevenger 2013