One day
they
will realize, that you are not as solid
as
the brick walls protecting them
once
erected by the strength, and
the
courage of your vital force.
Standing
tall, you stood for
all
the descendants
of
a common ancestor.
Those
countless brutal winters
take
their toll, even on Giants.
Unintended
consequences ignored
your
weathered mortar crumbling, but still holding together beats
Beating
whispers, of
your
afflicted conscious.
Your
soles should speak
exposing
stories, of horrifying sensibilities
our
ears never seeping, the
screaming
whispers we choose to ignore
details
traveling to our senses
your
eyes, confessing the particulars
deep
inflection, the
mirrored
reflection of humanity.
Bitter
is he, when
all
the sweetness of life is torn away
Misery
obscures judgment, yet
we
judge him
he
sleeps with torment
blanketed
by hunger on a crisp night, yet
we
torment him.
Passing
him we look away
truth
be told, with disdain
when
his hand reaches out
terror
stricken, a reminder
that
HE IS US at our worst, yet
he
smiles warmly, a sweet token, that
the
richness of home is in the heart.
(Sculpture and poem for a show called "Outside the Margins", proceeds benefiting refugees in transition).
