Broken Furniture

Broken furniture,
spent from years of use,
shelves dismembered
like the limbs of soldiers
left in fields
for carrion birds,
no dignities given,
few remaining brothers
to hallow their graves.
Scratched antiquities
like medieval Romans,
peasants shivering under
colossal shadows –
imagining indigenous Titans
with iron feet and silvered fingers
and golden laurel crowns.
Or losing gladiators
having failed to entertain
given to exotic beasts as kibble,
holding nothing in their empty carcass
but spewing forth vile contents,
viscera even crows avoid.

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