In ruin when left to rest
as lions sleeping to maintain
a semblance of a youth
that’s burned and stained.
Sand and gravel ‘neath
a weight of pressure
which rises into low cloud;
only rain reassures.
Green and red with
the weathered stains.
Finger-marks tracked
and frost retains.
The mantle gapes
and hoists what crust
is elected as brave enough;
founding trust.