vendredi 10 juillet 2015

Mâlain Diaries 8

Mâlain Diaries 8


Who stood here?
Who crouched on this
  well-trod clay floor,
inside the Montagne’s protective
curl of an arm?

Who stood here?
Who tended fires long before
the Ducs, the Louis’s, the
professors came to claim your bed?

Who stood here, bairns hanging
off of your legs, fear
of hunger, of wind,
of the very fire that could warm,
or burn?

Who stood here looking through
the eye of quantum physics out
to us, to those who walked this hall of
rock and earth after,
out onto her changing view of earth and ville and
valley below?

Who stood here?

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