Enfolding you in the mysticism of ancient epochs
& current times, they talk vibrant history, either beautifully sculptured or amputated— [a good exercise in the historiography of resistance]. Don’t forget they tend to liken themselves to pieces of literature, too[eloquence w/out words]. They stretch out in museums’ halls [hallmark of pride]. I can hear them telling their stories of resistance, reminding people of resisting howling winds, heavy rain, & wars. Though fragile statutes lost a hand or a leg, they [oftentimes] keep the head because their heads are stuffed w/ the dream of eternity— a resistance against decay, &
a refusal to look back in grief.
