What Those Words May Have Said

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A Work in Progress
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What the words may have said 
before they fell like flakes from sculpted stone
words repeatedly hammered and chiseled away…
 
no detritus at Donal’s feet no substance
no scrap paper in a basket or on the floor
nothing to slip and slide on perhaps to fall
felled by a knock-on effect from ambiguity
a moment when the gripped chisel slipped
un-erased evidence remains:

a bust of a President’s head
front lobe exposed
dementia more apparent 
ego expanding beyond all limits 
avarice unchecked
ugh…do not look, do not see, it’s far too ugly


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