Let them crumble

The columns and arches

shall be disassembled

the stones will be broken-up

and allowed to erode

in the wind and the rain and the sun.

The stone-masons' skills

have been brought to nothing.

Let the walls crumble;

no heritage order can save them,

money has not been put aside for reconstruction.

There will be no restoration project

driven by a grand vision

with its attendant fund-raising scheme;

religion, too, will be allowed to collapse.

The man who foretells the demise

of both Temple and Religion,

himself becomes the rock

upon which these flawed vessels

will be dashed and broken.

It will be thrown down,

all of it.

© Ken Rookes 2015