A sculptor who abhorred the commonplace
Decided to construct an empty face
Where two eyes should be there was only air
A frightful, beseeching, see-through stare
And a body contorted, twisted and black
Bronze dripped and stretched by all care’s lack
A statue more wretched than any man
Nailed center square and made to stand
To harangue all passers with a gaping plea:
“Be glad your creator loved you more than me!”


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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