Forever held in stasis
the secrets of a man
we've never truly known
but whose history we chase
and whose mistakes we repeat
as the wheel of time rolls
down this worn rutted road.
The cold holds his memories
etched in bone long dead
brought back to life by
the savvy legs of progress
and the thirst for change
never slaked by whats always won
always brought about by the pain of loss.
The height of the mountaintop
in which he is held prisoner
is juxtaposed by the lowly execution
of his untimely death
alone, afraid, and lost.
Forever preserved in white
the color of the dead
but only if you are a member
of the so-called majority
that claims to own this world
stolen away from the past.