Anonymous Rex Poem by Leo Yankevich

Anonymous Rex



"The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation..."
—Czesław Miłosz

He lies beneath a stone
that weighs more than a ton,
his skull and skeleton
like ruins left alone

for twenty hundred springs,
the ruins of a temple
in which a once great people
no longer prays or sings,

their destinies and wills
vanished with each god,
their pantheon forgot
when lowered with the hills.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 09 February 2016

A poignant piece, Leo. Thanks for sharing Peace

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Leo Yankevich

Leo Yankevich

Farrell, Pennsylvania
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