Sonnet #221

The ghosts are always here where we - Remember

their Reflections - Trace the story of

the death of those - Who bear our crass dissections

- Giants striving after giants - They

linger in the wind - Where breath calls to

the ghost of giants: a name and all their sins

For all good art is built on mis’ry - Sorrow

sings all songs - And memory of loss, a story

- That echoes far along - The music bends

to voices new - Who reinterpret painted

stones - Master  builders born anew

-Build ships from giant bones - haul dreams

Of giants, new made kings - all makers

rise to carry - their ghosts shape hopes and beams