Can we ever truly set anything in stone?
Life seems to get the best of all things,
even stone!

From floor to ceiling,
cracking, crumbling
– every great structure we have built,
along with their great foundations,
collapse,
eventually . . .

The beams that buttressed
our great ceilings,
now burden our backs like crosses,
threatening to crush us beneath their weight,

But we are not dead yet –
we still crouch and crookedly carry ourselves closer to our end,

Whatever that end may be . . .