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 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/"
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