Bronze to Bronze
—WWI Memorial, Jacksonville, Florida
Streaked black and green, he stands
a close crow-fly to the hospital where I was cast
into this weathered world. Naked,
young, metal, and muscular—wide
wings outstretched from his back--
he perches atop a huge globe of bronze
aswirl with torsos and limbs and pained
faces. World of war
underfoot, he’s gazing up, as if to take
to the sky where kids claimed they’d heard
the thwump, thwump of his wings
at night above stormed and stardarked roofs.
As a kid I loved to look at him: his freakish
wings and green indifference to all
the years of standing, staring, solitude and rain.
Pity him, forever looking up, poised to fly
but never leaving—his feet
welded to a world of grief, bronze to bronze.
Matthew Murrey: "My poems have appeared in various journals such as Tar River Poetry, Poetry East, and Rattle. I received an NEA Fellowship in Poetry a number of years ago, and my first book manuscript is seeking a publisher. I am a high school librarian in Urbana, Illinois where I live with my partner. We have two sons who live in the Pacific Northwest. My website is https://matthewmurrey.weebly. com/"
The Ekphrastic Review
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