Round the World to see how far it is - 08
Memorial
A place of quiet refuge, an enclosed place of thought
contemplation separated from the city around,
but near the sky and earth.
I stood in grieving silence for promise that died so young
And remembered where I was when hope eternal never sprung.
A place of inner soul-searching, a roofless empty tomb
Camelot separated from the modern city near,
between the sky and earth.
Sadness percolates every fibre of my body and tears are in my eyes
For the flawed and golden couple and nightmares that traumatise.
A place of simple concrete, an illusionary floating structure
modest and peaceful separated from the city bustle,
betwixt firmament and terra firma.
Raw beauty, imperfection, potential talent in one life
Grains of sand silently counting down to the afterlife.
A place of pale and darkness, unique and elegant granite
symbolising strength and durability, like the city born again
much closer to heaven than hell.
Forget assassination, conspiracy, book depository and grassy knoll
Read carved golden letters ‘John Fitzgerald Kennedy’, a tribute to his soul.
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