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.