Statue
This statue was holding their toes
Losing head, arm, and all of their clothes.
Often when I visit a museum
Statues when I see them
Will be missing a head or an arm
And I wonder who would do a statue harm?
Like grave robbers of old
Perhaps there’s a market where body parts are sold.
The living create
The dead donate
R ~
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Chilling twist at the end! Love the visual shape of the poem too – very statuesque.
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Thanks Lita. Loved your “Oranges are the only fruit” –
http://litadoolan.net/2014/02/26/oranges-are-the-only-fruit/.
And you inspired me to check out Roelof Louw – Roeloflouw.com
I especially liked “Final Jeopardy” neon & bones.
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I think the rawness of Louw’s work.is amazing (maybe because of the materials you point out there). It gets me anyway! So glad you enjoyed. Have a great weekend!
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