No Architecture Can Forget / new poems 2010

Anastylosis

Somewhere buried in the dirt of Taposiris Magna

Trapped for millennia beneath Skara Brae

Between wall after wall inside Catalhoyuk

- All of us -

Not ghosts,
but remains, reminders,
remanding humanity to remember

The thread that connects,
a tensile structure so frail,
somewhat inflexible, and all binding,
has no latitude for compression,
but impresses upon memory
the weight of lineal, linear reality
lost then found then lost again
to histories accumulated
and unwillingly discarded

The archaeology of our endeavors
hidden, but here, lingering in decay,
long after we have sewn our souls
to the wind that covers/uncovers
the civilized artifacts of our existence

Somewhere buried in the dirt of Taposiris Magna

Trapped for millenia beneath Skara Brae

Between wall after wall inside Catalhoyuk