With every age, they graph this globe
to illustrate the day's domains,
and thick within each penciled edge
fanatic loves of margins swell
- until the markers march that fringe,
emboldening the delible;
but then some flood, another war,
an earthquake, or an asteroid,
erasing lines annulled by tense
from atlases mapped out-of-date.
Cartographers, you chart the fate
of states once traced with greatest pride,
remind no border long divides
wherever universe decides.
Palimpsest © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: August 26, 2019