Saturday, January 14, 2012

A Question of Artistry (part I)

Masked men
Plates of white
In skull-black

Columns of withered
Wearisome antiquity,
Shying away from the
Fact they are historic,
All they feel is ancient.

If restoration
Is all that can be
To save their days
To share,
To brighten their reds and greens
To offer future children
Countless days to stare
Is that enough—
For these elders to keep breathing

1 comment:

  1. Interesting indeed, as no matter how the reds and greens bleed, many don't appreciate them like they used to, so elders or not may not give them much of a view. Also like how it speaks to rules of sorts, as elders don't want to change their ways and ruin the so called courts.