The Sculpture
By hadley
Thu, 04 Feb 2010
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The rusted tank by the roadside,
grass, even a few flowers, growing
around and up through the turret.
Its broken-backed gun barrel reaches
like a pleading, dying hand.
Two skeleton-thin children,
dressed in rags, clamber over it
as though it is a rock formation
rising up from the ground,
or some playground apparatus
donated by wealthy benevolence.
It has lost its meaning as a weapon,
the children no longer run from it.
It is an obstacle, an item, a landmark.
It could even be a sculpture.
Did the teenage boy who fired
the missile that blew it apart,
destroyed its meaning,
the knight that killed the dragon,
ever realise that he became an artist?
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Such a beautiful take on the
Such a beautiful take on the detritus of war, I really like this :--)
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