Statue
Silver shadows,
fleetingly in wings,
lifting grey
and morning
across the sullen steel
and silhouetted sky,
And above the call
of rooks,
above the church
and tower,
block and stone,
belief and faith,
turning time,
in hidden chimes
and the passing
moments
of hurrying hours,
there stands
a figure,
cast in gold
and bronze,
poised in grace,
light and dawn,
arms outspread,
head and shoulders,
westwards facing,
a smile,
a greeting
to all who pass,
motionless,
blind to the sky
living life,
and lost,
deep
in the hurry,
far below.
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