Where have all the titans gone

Where have all the titans gone
– the monuments to men?
I see their statues everywhere
half-covered by the sand,
encrusted by the salt from waves
from teaming ocean shores
– but nowhere there do titans gaze
upon the lands they crossed.

And what then if no titans live
now, are we defaultly graced,
or do we breath a heavy sigh
from holes left from their wakes?

Can simple eyes look on with much
when so much more is gone,
knowing then new men will rise,
though not as great or strong –
to live their lives with loving grace,
though not as rich and full –
and shape our hearts with feats so brave
as only the lesser we have known?

Oh, where have all the titans gone,
– the monuments of man?

I search my soul and tears at night
To make the new times grand…

I search (in dark) the heavens
for whispers of the old…
and comb the waters of blackened dreams
for clues of where to go…




And when I walk, their footprints lead
my mind to a distant place,
Where grandeur rides on rays of light
that touch my calloused face.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry