Stonehenge, Washington State
Vegas castoff,
stray Druid fantasy
from a lost Disney land—
improbable Stonehenge
perched above the Gorge,
untouched by millennia.
No mystery here:
each slab imprinted with one
of the Great War fallen,
young men eternally young.
A fitting leap in time, I suppose,
given the theories: its use
in elaborate funeral rites,
as a sacred place of healing,
a symbol of peace, unity,
marker of the equinox,
the solstice—or even, some say,
a site of appeasement
to the sorts of gods who prefer
their sacrifices human.
And standing at the center,
watching the sunlight shift
and clash with shadows that form
new and devastating alignments,
I could feel the shimmer of truth
in each supposition,
each human impulse,
even the last: a mere conspiracy,
not accepted in scholarly,
only megalithic, circles,
and for that,
all the more terrible.
Am Yisrael Chai
What a great poem. Well done!
I didn't know there was a 'henge' in Washington. Interesting...
Henge is a hinge that swings the door with names of hallowed fallen heroes that are written deeply in stone not to be forgotten except by erosion — excerpts lost in time. Sam Hill.