We had a yesterday, me and this statue.
Stone-boned nakedness and grated eyes
of it, I bequeath now.
Lesser dawns flee reluctant before
Our eyes forgathered a glint of acquaintance.
And even lesser dusks failed to pass after
Confessed to it was of my sinned days.
We had a yesterday.
Remember I of its bravery, glancing unshaken
to the invincible burning skies, evermore.
More or less liable of recollecting the benevolence
It depicted, in thriving rains and scorching sun.
Disregarded was it by many,
and detested by a few more
for blenched remains of black sheath,
grotesque lone figure, eyesore to a few more.
Today, I look a space earlier present not,
once reckoned, a pale statue to summon.
Never far saw anyone I, whom
inferred the variance that was yesterday,
Nor a single soul apart me and stray crows,
empathized on the piece, today wasted.
Now, I pose the space,
con the dawns and desks.
I see a fallen, and remembers
a martyr of past, and confides in the
space that once was it.