I appreciate that this beautiful mausoleum is an erected testament to the MacLeay family of Portland, Oregon. But, for me, this structure, the highest amongst thousands of graves in the Lone Fir Cemertery, is a fascinating testament to stone masons and glass-smiths that carried out someone’s vision. No, it’s not a European edifice many hundreds of years old, but the craftsmen here were definitely a byproduct of those craftsmen.
Growling with emptiness their
stomachs are burning with weakness
they are hungry.
Staring at their un-easiness
their bulging bellies retrieving us
it seems so defeat less
This hunger; this depleted health
melting on the meek
The wealthy turn their heads
stuffing their mouths with the dead
homeless and poor, alone they are
writhing in pain.
Fulfilling the stomach on greed
is disastrous, when hunger seems
so vast, so immediate and
where’s the shame?
All of this world’s bounty wasted
on the meaningless — the insane.
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