Venice’s Commemorative Monument to Bartolomeo Colleoni - 1488
The general glares downwards from his horse,
faithfully keeping watch over the mundane,
the tedious progression of centuries.
A sentinel, he had imagined himself—a noble,
intended to become immortal,
traveling ever forward in time,
defying the erasure of memory.
But time is the enemy of all things.
The pigeons and the rain could be tolerated;
time, however, has become relentless and unyielding.
It has eroded his heroic relevance,
he watches unblinking as his glorious benevolence
fades from all memory.
Generation after weary generation
manifests the ruinous decay of collective forgetfulness.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
Venice’s Commemorative Monument to Bartolomeo Colleoni - 1488
The general glares downwards from his horse,
faithfully keeping watch over the mundane,
the tedious progression of centuries.
A sentinel, he had imagined himself—a noble,
intended to become immortal,
traveling ever forward in time,
defying the erasure of memory.
But time is the enemy of all things.
The pigeons and the rain could be tolerated;
time, however, has become relentless and unyielding.
It has eroded his heroic relevance,
he watches unblinking as his glorious benevolence
fades from all memory.
Generation after weary generation
manifests the ruinous decay of collective forgetfulness.
The melancholy and futility of the fleeting nature of human remembrance.
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