One Poem by Randal A Burd, Jr.

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

What Will Stay?

Unyielding ancient Roman gods stare out
With sightless eyes on futures never seen
The cold, dead stone contrasting with the green
Of life renewed and thriving all about.

Their likenesses, once known, are now obscure,
As will be those who we now cast in bronze.
Our kings and queens, our bishops, knights, and pawns,
Torn down by those who’ll find our thoughts impure.

What will it matter, when we’ve gone away?
We primitive and unenlightened lot
Who’ve squandered time and grace so dearly bought,
What dear to us will fade, and what will stay?

They’ll view us with a condescending air,
Interpreting what wasn’t ever there.

 

Randal A. Burd, Jr. is a married father of two and an educator who works with the disadvantaged in rural Missouri. He holds a master’s degree in English Curriculum & Instruction from the University of Missouri. Randal is currently the Editor-in-Chief of Sparks of Calliope magazine. His latest collection of poems, Memoirs of a Witness Tree, is forthcoming from Kelsay Books in Summer 2020.

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