Ruin

The wall stands
on the Ontario landscape
rough grey granite
drywall, no mortar
gluing its oneness
hints of a fireplace.

Now the underbrush intrudes
forest pushing back memory. 
Birds loop the lonely air
and forest creatures
shelter under its shadow.

It could be the
ruins of Ilium
of a Minoan palace
or even Dresden. The
causes as diverse as
a wooden horse

         Santorini
or Allied bombers.
This wall speaks of the
inevitability of time
flux wrought by nature
by the nature of man.