Foundation Stone
Would to be a foundation stone.
In soon to be to be
erected coming temple of man.
Rare are sculptured stones
wide be selected scattered
which may be laid be laid
to build what must be eventually.
Across lonely empty land
can a man rise
can he grow above
deceit deceptive human insight?
Would that I could withstand
remain in cleansing desert
for too numerous are snares.
Set in devious parts of city
lurking in blind alleyway. How
few have strength will
or reactions to avoid.
Life is hard and chokes
the feeble the weak the poor.
But desert sands have a mighty hunger
which would feast on flayed flesh
while its thirst is awesome
would drink very breath of being.
Could suck a succulent soul
to mere dry brittle bones
fit to be gnawed devoured
only by scavenging rats vermin.
In despoiled desert is not shame
burned by scourging sun
which flays fevered flesh
till it be black and lifeless?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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