The statue I built
In the Memorial Gardens
In mid June
By September had turned green

It wasn't supposed to be of copper
But of gold.
I never asked for it to be a fountain
But it was.

The water came out of the eyes
You can see the place where it ran down

Now the park is bankrupt and the water is shut off
His arm has a cigarette burn
and his open hand holds a crumpled candy wrapper
His green liver spotted hand.

There is a ***** word carved into his pedestal
The pigeons indulgently **** on him
By February, thieves will have taken him.
From the gardens and park that lay in disrepair

Man erects plans and monuments
God Laughs
Man builds a statue of himself
God's pigeons **** on it.
His thieves take it
And His good Earth swallows the memory.