Suspended

'Tis improper for a wench
Of pond'rous (wee) built to then
Be likewise p o n d e r o u s in bent of
Mind

Lest when time's
Wheels have turned
And returned

Hope has bloomed and withered, After
Springs, autumns, cocoons, metamorphoses, After
Women and cities ha' been raped and rebuilt, After
Space's orbs have shifted their arcs, Again

Heart has weathered slights, storms, More yet
Have grown childhood's playmates
Time has eaten into itself, More yet

She should be here
Still ponderous
Still
Ponderous
In built and bent