Property of Rome

Witness the stone, sprawling endlessly beyond

It yields no telling of the realm yet undawned

For the chiseling may reveal naught but the sight

Of calloused hands diffused of their fight

Onwards is as fickle as the stars’ vicinity

So stark against return’s promised affinity

How far must one go to find what they seek

Along a path that remains eternally bleak

When the odyssey remains but an unsightly chore

Unmarked rests a clenched jaw forevermore