STATUES OF ALABASTER

statues of alabaster
Sculptured seamless
All in a row, frozen in
Accusing stares, transfixed
in the hall of judgements...

I pass them touching
Their cold solid forms
Smoothed by a masters hand
I am not drawn to any
For they have no soul
Incapable of mercy
Deaf of explanation

Their pointed fingers
outstretched In common decision
They have no grasp of vision
Dark to a world of change
Their feet stained with
The blood of man
and of stories untold,
truths they silently uphold
Locked in their shame

For the sculptor creates
That which can not be erased...

Reviews

[roarke]

Man, this is tight, from title to last line. The message couldn't be stronger if it was sculpted by Rodin. Symbolism at it's finest. This is one of those writes that, after finishing it, you just put the pen down and say ... yeah man.

[nicolettox]

what a great poem! how come there's only one review?
what great rhymes too!
thank you!!!

[Marie]

I read this three times before I began to understand it,and I'm still not sure. It seems to be about blind, objective, unrelenting judgement. I'd be interested in reading "A Golden Age..."