The forests have shrunk back to the forest <br />holed up with the howl <br />of the last wolf - <br />the sound of time dying. <br />The seas have drained back to Sargasso <br />soup-thick with their dead: <br />the stench of time threshing. <br />And some of the old stones dragged and stood up <br />at the flinty beginning of hatred <br />by the river that once was <br />still stand, only half-wrecked, <br />their fissures expressionless.<br /><br />Anthony Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/megalith-homage-to-the-macedonian-poet-mateja-ma/
