Like Laocoön and his Offspring
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He sculpts a statue where the brow of stone
Is filled with something more than words or lines,
Much more than marble poetry, more groan
Than rock. An agony of loss refines
The mourning. In the shoulder is the shape
Of desolation. Who can see it, though?
Its blank lies hidden underneath the nape
And might of pillar of that neck. A glow
Can almost be detected from the pain
Irradiating outward from his death. The strength
Revealed by chisel made of steel stops stain
From showing. Hurt is like the skyscape’s length.
Behind the white force nose and white hole eye
The memories of him are what hearts can spy.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Aug 27, 2024 | Uncategorized |