Thru the Sculpture Garden
growing
the abstractions of mind.
The eternalized figures of history
"in the adamant of time"
in snow and summers
unfeeling.

Above,
grey cloud movement,
sun struck stratum peeking,
blue still further
turn black in the spinning.

Still stand the immortals,
material collective remembrance
in public parks,
in museums
kept clean from
ever eventual rust
to prove and give substance
our conquest of space
and time.

Still,
slow creeping the dust
ever settles  
back to soil
& flame
while in light path-finding
vines cloak the bronze,
the stones in growth.

'round the patient legs
of war heroes frozen,
the vines
still fighting.