Pristine granite stone
lines Prague’s streets.
Fragments of stone sectioned
out to carry a communist
leader on visit.
Amongst the stone are martyrs,
bakers, women, children.
Fragmented stone, chipped
and repurposed pieces of grave.
Granite graves no longer visited.
Individual identity lost to many regimes.
A turbulent history
I intend to join.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Pristine granite stone
lines Prague’s streets.
Fragments of stone sectioned
out to carry a communist
leader on visit.
Amongst the stone are martyrs,
bakers, women, children.
Fragmented stone, chipped
and repurposed pieces of grave.
Granite graves no longer visited.
Individual identity lost to many regimes.
A turbulent history
I intend to join.
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