My Obelisk
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Sunday, January 28, 2007
How proud you stand, My obelisk, how proud
And solid, briefly glimpsed, my Obelisk...
How wound-rous Man, my obelisk, how proud
To belong, briefly whimpsed, my obelisk.
How proud you are, my coveted Man,
Solidly glimpsed through religious stands.
Oh, my Obelus!
How wondrous Man can remake Man,
Take a bow, even evered briefly, My Obelisk…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/24/07
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