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no one heard the wailing of metal over marble
that afternoon, the masonry of agony
was too persuasive in its percussion
for ears to intrude and decipher its pain.
the worn-out workers, too, seemed unaware
of the plaintive cries the palpitating walls made
as their hands toiled and hammered
at this ashen-faced monument
to imperial anguish.
slow patricide was how the story unfolded eventually,
and the river became a witness
to the slaughtering that took place,
while shaking the earth from his axis
the chasm like river had its own version
of what happened, and the crying calligraphies
on the walls simply digressed into poetry
to explain this mournful mausoleum’s demise
into an imperial anecdote.