POEM: Overwritten

the jungle writes over the acts of man
without rage or animus
but with infinite patience

growing one vine at a time
a cracked brick will be clay again in due time

grand palaces will become strange mounds
only the crease of a cornerstone,
hidden in the shadows,
to betray the grandiosity beneath

not even Alexander the Great escaped being overwritten

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