memorial

I.

today i
built
a house
out
of twisted
words,
concrete, and
steel
it has
no
walls but
its
foundation is
firm

II.

from the
point
of the
roof
hangs,
by a
piece of
wire,
a stone
that
burns red
(my
heart)

III.

beneath the
red
stone lies
other
stones that
are
grey, my
father,
my grandpa,
many
others whose
names
i am
not
familiar with

IV.

i know
someday
the
wire shall
break
my only
hope
is that
i
do not
crush
the rocks
below