Sometimes the inscription
Seems almost intelligible
You can almost make out an O or a C
But then the C seems just an O again

Sometimes the words seem to speak for themselves
How else explain the spontaneous assemblies
And the citizenry swear to a man
They each heard an audible call

But when challenged to remember
What it was made the Giant significant
They murmur and glance from their eyes’ corners
Seeking confirmation from one another

And one or two might have the presence of mind
To recite what was it
Translation or commentary
And what’s the difference anyway

Maybe it’s enough that it originated
In the misty lore of ancient days
To stand here congealed
And pedestalled in hewn granite

Maybe people need this
This abstract intuition and yet
Arbitrarily right cannot aptly compensate
For necessarily wrong