Pieta (A Modiers^ Lamentation) Mark
Barrett
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First Place Winner
You cannot hold onto him forever, even amis of stone grow weary. The wind and rain will always sever every thing you once held so dearly.
Do
not take for granted
what you have left, as the crumbling granite of your
left
breast
dissolves into road side stones,
your son memento mori his body will soon be all alone
and naked
Do
in
kingly glory.
not cry your tears
of watery blood, all those years of hopes and fears are spittle in the
mud.
Fear not, for thou
above
all,
art
blessed
having borne the cost;
well and truly thou hast earned thy all that's
not given
is
surely
lost.
rest,
