hanging in its white frame
on the white wall
i know it is you because of how you sit
against your black chair
strong as if against a horse
that will obey if led
but strains against the ground, like a personal offense
I do not know the woman pushing you
her white uniform erases her
rendering her nothing but a shadow of sorts
the hidden engine of which we do not think
while driving our quiet stretches
I only see you, strong as always
on that debris littered field
and the shadow that stretches its hand
out towards you , like a greeting
from too far to yell and so we wave
and wave again
showing how strong
our young arms are
against the encroaching autumn
and you say nothing but sit
silent and strong across the unlevel ground
under the shadow of the marble Caesar
who raises his arm in salute.
We are one, we two, he says
strong and silent with the world,
waiting to be led, beneath us
and white time pushing us
invisible and steady
towards our known end.
We go in strength.
1 comment:
wow! i had to read it through twice to catch what was happening. it's brilliant. the symbolism is great and the parallels between the two lives...i guess in that aspect we're all paralysed and have to be pushed around by time. good writing.
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