Pont de la Concorde

granite bones stained black with age
remains. silent screams static on the page,  
history caged the age of kings ends in rage

granite cells revolution torn asunder
Frankenstein for tourists to float under
look up in wonder. would stone remember?

granite eyes saw huddled masses cast in
yearning to be free from prison bastion
tattooing names, confessions, dated sin

granite skin imprinted. liberty’s nadir
dissidence, repression, secrecy’s lair
are the scars still there? did stone care?

granite ears heard a thousand score
prayers for mercy. did they pity poor
wretches hidden behind an iron door

granite hearts pumping black blood oil
poison. a dark reward for a life of toil
only escape, from this mortal coil

granite nerves once screamed pain
torn shrieking in the hurricane
cast down when the storm came

granite mouth permanent grimace
frowning down on mirrors surface
forced to reflect on time’s abuses

granite souls still feel the embers
screams, tears and pleas. surrender
stone wept from July to November