http://www.propeace.net/node/1603 Comments for "Variation On A Recent Theme" en http://www.propeace.net/node/1603 Stone tablets -- Smashed. Not one was left to stand upon another. Not a single one. Their mortar turned to powder, To dust upon the ground, Billowing in the breeze That chilled the public square. And the stones cried out -- Is there no one to put us In order? Is there no one to put us Together? Those stones lay unheard; Finding no one left to listen, For they had left, one and all, http://www.propeace.net/node/1603#comments Sat, 02 Dec 2006 19:21:04 -0500 Malaproper 1603 at http://www.propeace.net