Hewn in granite,
carved in marble,
riveted in steel girders,
sculpted in blood,
etched in bone,
the facets of the Tongue
Eternal,
yet ever-changing.
The Tongue
thrusts brown tendrils
into the Earth,
shoots green tendrils
into Heaven.
With hammers,
axes,
clubs,
Angles and
Saxons
chiseled Gaelic
into oblivion.
With swords,
catapults,
fiery arrows,
Normans
recast the Tongue
of the
Conquered.
Now, the Tongue,
writ in human strife
inscribed in human hearts,
bridges,
encompasses,
spans the breadth
from Regal
to Royal
to Kingly.
