Obelisk

 

Obelisk

In the blazing summer the cirrus hang

Few

Ghosts watching over the Obelisk

Mountains towering over valleys

Unnamed...until poetry stumbled

back into

Politics stumbled back into

Wars

Mid-20th Century Immigrant City:

Artificial, crumbling barracks...

Gardens restored, baseball diamond too

But the Obelisk trumps all

What is wrong, what is political,

What is War? but the opposite

of poetry

The Obelisk is a warning

"Do not pass"

"Do not cross into unnamed Sierras unless

you want to name them again"

Clouds, snow-drizzled majesty in July:

Watcheth over all