A Spectacle of Stones
No written warning before,
Nor storied up explanation after,
Would grant the peace.
Solidly in place were
All the absurd projects
Of weak men in helmets
Shielding their minds
From dissenting views.
The plots are always simple,
The execution, complicated
By some kingdom´s spies,
And the obstacles men face
When fighting themselves.
It was a given these projects
Would fail.
In the end, war always does.
The plan, however,
Needed to be operated on
At a level none could foresee
And none could forget.
Every project has its price, though.
Every proposal, a fall.
This time, only the very largest stones
Would stay standing,
Bearing cold, mute witness
For future generations.
A Deliberate Life 