The earthquake was invisible.
It displayed to me the collapsing landmark statues.
They had no brains and no hearts.
But had five senses each, stony and grey.
A crack proceeded from the past shades of trust
to its neoteric version of an eclipse.
Now the scattered remnants are seen-
those were once invisible and unwatched.
The history is rewinded for more discoveries.
I should not say ‘inventions’ to make it fresh and new.
Brutuses wandered on the way
and stabbed the dead Caesar again and again.
A dozen cycles were completed by the seasons.
A dozen realizations snowed the last winter.
By then, they had collapsed into a heap of dust.
A deconstructed land is the best plot for an empire.
on the road that leads to Rome.
Not in a single day,
but my Rome shall be built.