Still becoming

Before several pairs of eyes

I stand and read about legacies;

about trunkless legs, about visages

shattered by time and the whispering

our voices leave as if grains of sand. 


I stand and ask young people

to consider the power of mankind;

our ignorance, wilful and uninformed,

our shifting belief nature is ours

to command and change.


My voice reaches each wall,

settles in the corners and cochlear

of hearts still firming behind rib cages

still stretching, still becoming 

the powers that be in ten years from now.


I ask children to consider how all

we hold ignites like fire

and vanishes like smoke. I ask them

to wonder if their footprints will be scars

or moving marks in Gaia’s palms.



Inspired by Shelley’s Ozymandias.

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

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