The timelessly tangible ‘here’ that
slowly dissolves into versions of itself, construct
upon construct, devoid of the human except for the
voice that rises and falls with the sound of the wind,
singing of sacrifice and loss, lament for a life left
behind in a land that will forever be memory and myth,
and the whispered elegy that is the prayer of a poet
possessed with the promise of a perfect land always
yearned for, never gained.