Modern Immortality Poem by ANDREW CULJAK

Sweetly sing with the heart of praise
A melody which finds the grave
To soothe the trepidatious soul.
Assured creation captures whole
The deeds of life if not forsaken
Are the only true salvation.

Yet edifice, empire and grand design
All whither when held to the face of time.
Defiant, arthritic monuments,
A fetish to silence our death's lament
On plaques, in books, and legend's tongue
The choir of ages, each name, has sung.

Whose blood so thick runs through their veins,
Whose heritage so strong can claim
An endless life from son to son
Whose name immortal, when name is gone?
So sweetly sing with the heart of praise
Lest memory dies and spirit fades.