Poem: “An Inscription”

An Inscription

We wandered through the hills of Earth
That were before so gray and mean
That now by eon-founded birth
And sweet spring rain were young and clean

Once we saw a rock smoothed off,
A surface on it faintly scribed
(It was an April tender, soft
The rain had washed, the sun had dried)

There we saw a testament
Of those whose strength had shrunk away,
Somehow prideful-innocent
Now that time had stripped their sway

The stone preserved some pictographs
Near worn by weather, delicate,
Oblique, the morning sun’s contrast
Revealed the method of their fate:

Ignore the mess it goes away
Insist we look we go away
We won’t care when we are dead
We leave this world to you instead

This inscription made us laugh:
Our predecessors’ epitaph,
How bright and sweet the morning sun,
The season’s growing just begun

April 5, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."