Its an honor to report,
Wrote a long dead soldier
Typewritten, an invoice of sorts
The engineer listed
The concrete and mortar
Used in the bolivar forts
Meant to defend
Against Spanish aggression
The battery hastily built
Though manned and upgraded
In decades of warfare
No enemy blood it had spilt
Now ghostly and hollow
It serves as reminder
For memories nobody owns
P-ways and corridors
Once filled with bustle
Now silent but for windy moans
Fractures in concrete
Set in a century
Before this one that has passed
The structure has withered
As seaside erosion
Has started to claim her at last
This long lived emplacement,
Now crumbling bastion
Of outdated coastal defense
Leaves much to imagine
When seen from within her
And more from outside iron fence
A placard describing
The life of the fortress
With blueprints to fill in the ghost
Look past to the carcass
Of iron and concrete
The specter of bolivars coast
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