saying
sucking in their breath
-ooh that's a bad break
look at the fractures-
they shake their head
heavily
like elephants on their steady move
and still they circle
acting out some long delayed grief
with the emotion broken up
by the stilted tongues remembering their lines
and the space taken up by footsteps
and they point with their toes
look at this debris
all these broken pieces
clucking in the back of their throats
as if their disapproval meant something
as if the march was anything but a farce
a tour carried on by the blind
I watched them and wanted to laugh
these old me wandering through the marble shavings
bemoaning the chips of shattered stone
circling and circling
stunned at the waste the damage
while at the center stood
His David
Michelangelo and i we know
that in search of beauty
some things must break and fall
so that strength and grace grow.
3 comments:
GO TO BED. im not saying anything else until you do.
it's right under your nose, friends, right under your nose.--
i like this, its very true too.
michelangelo and you know..
I picture it in a garden, with all those hedges, and then theres a big circle in the middle where the statue is and all the debris spread around it, but the sky is kind of mauve and the trees in the distance have lost their leaves,
how did you see it?
in a big cavernous sort of room with stained glass letting light in but everything still is kinda dark and a bit shadowy. theres a stone floor and then lots of stuff all over it dust in the air and theres this huge beam of natural light on the statue but no one sees it. :)
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