Listen, stranger
Can you hear the tumult of ground
So trodden beneath your uncertain and wandering pedestrian feet
Groan
And shift
And cry in its unnatural isolation
The silent melancholy lost to time
Buried
As they poured and poured and poured cement into the hourglass
Sands frozen against the will of history?
The wind still holds the story, but you cannot hear above its din
Or your own ignorance
Or reluctance
To listen
Look here, stranger
Here
Out of time
Century against century
Black and white
Old and new and what was and what will never be again
Collide
Glass and cement built on top of wood and stone
But to you it's only grass
And trees
And brick
How, stranger
Can you expect to understand when you can't even understand
Yourself
Or where you're from?
You've come so far and yet not
Far enough
To live
And learn
And appreciate
The history of this rolling and myserious land
Can you hear the tumult of ground
So trodden beneath your uncertain and wandering pedestrian feet
Groan
And shift
And cry in its unnatural isolation
The silent melancholy lost to time
Buried
As they poured and poured and poured cement into the hourglass
Sands frozen against the will of history?
The wind still holds the story, but you cannot hear above its din
Or your own ignorance
Or reluctance
To listen
Look here, stranger
Here
Out of time
Century against century
Black and white
Old and new and what was and what will never be again
Collide
Glass and cement built on top of wood and stone
But to you it's only grass
And trees
And brick
How, stranger
Can you expect to understand when you can't even understand
Yourself
Or where you're from?
You've come so far and yet not
Far enough
To live
And learn
And appreciate
The history of this rolling and myserious land
© 2017 Elise Price