Saturday, October 25, 2014

6026. MY GARGOYLE FACE

MY GARGOYLE FACE
Gargoyles staring back, waterspout faces intent 
on remaining. I will be working on that : here I
sit, looking up. I am a face of my own, my
masonry precipice of doubting and wonder.
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When they put up this building, everything was
so much easier  -  stonemasons in place, carving
to belittle their world. Around them every form
of caricature watched as, far below, humans
on horses and in wagons looked upward.
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To see some glory in God, to find some likeness 
of a heaven or their own wicked glory. To convince 
themselves that they'd convinced themselves of 
something. How different, then, all that masking 
of faces while men with hammers and
chisels went busily about their work.

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