Parthenon

icicle arms

earthen legs

she begins to crumble

my

mother

begins to crumble

with icicle arms and

earthen legs,

she is holding on

but i've already let go

the war

is over but the troops

still storm the shore

at 0:600 i felt the

barrel

in my ribs

when they storm the shore

they pushed the barrel deeper

this is my parthenon,

this is where i wonder.

with icicle arms and

earthen legs, she beings to

melt away.