Everything crumbles, but
Should we let that stop us?
Should we assume that since
Rome lies in ruins
It should never have been built?
Let not the lasting beauty of crumbled marble
It’s a waste.
Each stone pulled leaves its own
Mark upon the world.
Each crumbled villa or
Road no longer walkable
Is a path from me to when
Cities were carried on our backs
Day by day by slave
With slaves for masters
Still slave to the city.
Now we pretend to revere the ancient
While thinking daily of
The inconvenience of past achievement.
Each Doric looks swell
Until you have to add a camera to it,
Every temple is sacred
But that doesn’t mean it’s wired,
Each piece of history is important
Enough to slow development
On a new subway system
To serve the still living.