'WELL, WELL. . WELL !" SAYS THE GENERAL

Time falls
like snow
gently slowly

our footsteps
showing where we
go hour by hour

a statue
wears a cap of snow
it cries bitter white

pigeon **** tears
gazing at the years
that come and go

remembering when
it was a man
and snow falling

in this vey square
and he a child who
did not care

about statues
of the famous men
he threw snow ***** at

until he lost
an arm
a life

and became one
looking better than
he did in life

became the statue
of him self
and now some child

hits him dead
in the eye with
a well aimed snowball

and if he could laugh
he would laugh at
how it all

came to this
death now by tourist
oh the shame

the bells of the town
announcing another
new year