The statue moved—
now he faces south.
The statue is he
because he couldn't move,
Or statue he became
because he stopped moving?
He is a statue
because he is dead
Or is he a statue
before he could die.
Stopped
Trapped
Tied
Captured
in cement.
He can get his eyes wet
only when it rains,
Rocks are his scarf
and pebbles all he wears.
Hundreds of years he is still
with his spot,
Thousands of couples,
only he is to rot.
Rovers come and they ask
"What's his story, why is he there?
Facing south."
The young kids
come and they ask,
"He was a man,
everyone loved him
so he was saved
just before he fell"
"Fell? Where"
He was bright
so we had to keep him alive
just before he could die,
just before he took his last breath,
We took his heart
with our hands,
and blew our breath
into his lungs
But our breath turned
his red blood
to shrink and blacken,
he turned
to ash
crystal
fragile
almost like a rock.
Decades slowly to halve and fracture
We moved him to the outskirts
when city life grew cold
It became
a dining spot
a romance spot
a never-ending knot
a marriage court
Years and years
And suddenly
it turned from north to south
As if someone moved it
we planted cement to his body
where he could stand
not moving again.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 2:32 AM UTC
The statue moved—
now he faces south.
The statue is he
because he couldn't move,
Or statue he became
because he stopped moving?
He is a statue
because he is dead
Or is he a statue
before he could die.
Stopped
Trapped
Tied
Captured
in cement.
He can get his eyes wet
only when it rains,
Rocks are his scarf
and pebbles all he wears.
Hundreds of years he is still
with his spot,
Thousands of couples,
only he is to rot.
Rovers come and they ask
"What's his story, why is he there?
Facing south."
The young kids
come and they ask,
"He was a man,
everyone loved him
so he was saved
just before he fell"
"Fell? Where"
He was bright
so we had to keep him alive
just before he could die,
just before he took his last breath,
We took his heart
with our hands,
and blew our breath
into his lungs
But our breath turned
his red blood
to shrink and blacken,
he turned
to ash
crystal
fragile
almost like a rock.
Decades slowly to halve and fracture
We moved him to the outskirts
when city life grew cold
It became
a dining spot
a romance spot
a never-ending knot
a marriage court
Years and years
And suddenly
it turned from north to south
As if someone moved it
we planted cement to his body
where he could stand
not moving again.
