10 Mar 2015

JES' KEEP ROLLIN'

The mighty once set to hold commerce in his flow
Fallen, repurposed from lofty perches
Stranded now, grounded at modernity’s shore
symbols once exchanged in urgent rushes
The heart stilled now
eroded and shaded
essence distilled by mothers tears
to freight the gutters
as semblance is washed away
to the source