Grain StatuesA Poem by arcandonGrain statues in her honor how they’re made to look so real hot pink lipstick on their chiseled loin how they must have lived and died or haven’t healed or been revealed yet we’ll salute their schools of thought teaching even as they wait or crumble spill onto the beach craving, alone and time has not been friendly to their excess of emotion their way of doing nothing as if everything were coming sooner or later and it helped to feel around the crevasse carved and fibrous tissue for a trace when they may have sailed away very worried now they’re a proponent of her cause in attack they’ll save what she has and still remain erect dutifully mistaken for a splinter on a plaque © 2018 arcandon |
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Added on September 16, 2018 Last Updated on September 16, 2018 Author
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