How to Speak of Strength

when you stand
before a villainous statue
and a child looking up 
in awe pitches a coin

at its feet, speak 

only of the raw materials, how pure 

they must have been, imagine

 

the maker’s tilted eye, speak 

only of skill and the years 

in the studio chiseling 

at unforgiving stone to create 

such intricate medals 

how the solid ribbons 

seem to sway, marvel 

in the details 

of its heavy boots

how the proud creator

must have bristled

as he finished

in time, you will sculpt 

two hearts in the contours

of a more precious art

Friday Writings #242: Perspective