These statues weren't really towering above us,
in the garden among the thistles
and thorns that overgrow the roses,
so we sketch our heroes
glancing every now and then
in our cracked
our fears, inhibitions, our truths
our wrought lies, our sophistry
our attempt at painting masterpieces
jerky, brush strokes,
so we prayed half-believing
as we raised these statues up onto the
granite base in the centre of the park
to be deceived by them,
to be deceived by ourselves.
I am a Jamaican resident of the United States. I have been writing most of my adult life. I have been published in Jamaican newspapers and recently a Caribbean journal. I however remain an aspirant of the craft of writing. My dream is to be an internationally published writer.