Crowning walls of mass denial,
walls built in aggression
and felled in reprisal.
Quiet now relics standing –
few number though –
a presence held that’s whole commanding…

This vast domain
where the sun is in reign
where a single slow river
is all that’s not slain…

Tower Luxembourg 2015

A velvety cushion (for grass is the master)
encasing the body
that lasted the Blaster.
Now struggle-free captive
with no breath left to breathe
lies still while its mettle’s
lifted free on the breeze.

A buxom republic
that’s lost all its public
that’s empty and rustic
and awesome and tragic.

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