An island fort that played a role in war
is now a scenic ruin where kids play,
instilling hope the same fate lies in store
for conflict installations of today.
Time swallowed history. Now swallows nest
in rooms encrusted with a haunting mood.
Periodic squeals of swallow chicks attest
to begging for and being given food.
Discovering a nest, thrilled children seek
for others, finding more to their delight:
the fort has been inherited by the meek
though formerly it showed a nation’s might.
The guns and cannons gone, we’re left with fun
of finding nesting birds. Wars ended. They won.
Mario A. Pita
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