“Dramas in Stone” by Ron Koppelberger

Concrete following the distant tides of steel and concluded
By anything in evidence of hustle and fray, a disturbed
Exile announced by the bound reserve of tigers' in glass
And alabaster alters of stray lament, a flurry of country
Beyond the edge of civilized coquette, in souls of shaded
Harvest, in polite cathedrals and granite graces of
Dwelling secret acquiescence, by the rules of decorum and
Unspoken consciousness, a pleasure inwardly chilled by the
Winter of necessity and beginnings told unto the shadow of
Resurrected dramas' in stone