In A Moment Reflecting Upon The Monument Poem by Leon Moon

The quicksilver tongue of truth.
Freedom's verdict in the ears she falls upon;

Our only duty! — too blind to be despised.

Adjoin to another and crown a lover
Forever fugitive in the rhythm of time;

Our nobility! — too vicious to be denied; —

Carving poses under water
As if ever stood a chance...

The death of kings — the enemy we idolise!

Even here, this timeless kingdom
Corrodes to a sound no one hears;

The royalty of silence — the universe sings!

Nature's regime revolves in the chaos we breathe;
Reduced and suspended, lost in the re-cycling
breeze...