Sand for the House Glass

Like the mighty Condor,
Its vulture wings
Against a copper sky
I have waited and watched,
For my prey!
My victim is immortality --
To be somebody and be remembered --
Is that not, too, your idle dream?
For in remebrance we hold life itself
Cupped tenderly in aged hands
You say -- "He's a fool and a dreamer."
I laugh and let my laughter,
Like a bright and terrible knife,
Go tearing through your hearts!
For you know and I know,
No matter how young, how old,
We are only waiting,
Waiting to see our names in Scriptures of Stone.
So it is today and so it will be tomorrow!

- Truman Capote