A poem inspired by a recent visit to Fort Taber in New Bedford, MA.
Disheveled thyme green knoll
pedestal to local history
standing stalwart against
and ocean breeze whispers
Holds the ramparts
in honor of toiling hands and broken backs
Bricks now graffiti-adorned
where freedom fighters
Weeds work their way across the rotting threshold
where civilians are no longer welcome-
but content to travel the perimeter
to the crimson blood and salty sweat of sacrifice,
with which the sneakers on their feet were bought.