Standing Stones

Granite faced; ingrained; frozen;
Emotionally padlocked and unable to intervene, object,
Or cry
Observers, impassive witnesses to the
Slaughter within the round

At once, erect yet prone,
At once, the same, yet more
Than Castlerigg; unwitting innocents
Sculpted by primitive hands and
Minds; awestruck and terrified by
Celestial movement

Scapegoats of death and pestilence,
Tireless and tolerant
Of wind whipped spittle pitched their way; of
Atrocities proffered in zealous trepidation;
Ransoms, guileless and painful
Tendered by primeval souls

Today, here in Nirvana and
With each savage moment of inexorable evolution
We supersede them
Until finally the circle
Is supplanted