A Cross-Road Epitaph

"Am Kreuzweg wird begraben
Wer selber brachte sich um."

When first the world grew dark to me
I call'd on God, yet came not he.
Whereon, as wearier wax'd my lot,
On Love I call'd, but Love came not.
When a worse evil did befall,
Death, on thee only did I call.

by Amy Levy

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Civilizations come and go, the relics are all that is left of what man has prided himself of achieving, structures of stone, glass and steel, testimonial that man, himself is fragile. Perhaps, that's the true reason pyramids are made, and books written. Or poems express fragile feelings.