Creation blighted by
A remote beach; natural, teeming with perpetual life
A wooden post; grafted erect, decomposing
Marooned remnants of
awaiting interpretation by future heirs:
Consecrated vestiges of a sacred site?
The humble bones of a once-vital shelter?
Devices of communication? Recreation? Torture?
Or, perhaps such conjecture is futile
Foolish to suggest one object’s purpose
is inherently more righteous than another’s
And, whether the disfiguring evidence
of our conquest and consumption
is temporary or permanent
Beauty breaks through
m o n u m e n t s