A Cubist’s Rendering

Dark green,

nearly black.

The sky,

as forbidden waters,

too dangerous to tread.

Slashed with ocher,

signs of the inhospitable.

 

A set of stairs,

to steep to traverse.

Climbing on all fours.

Built to subject the winnowed,

then man to beast,

remind him he’s a slave.

 

Unrefined in his body.

Rendered in sketch,

a cubist’s frailty.

 

His raked form

has known no rest,

climbing the endless stair

for eternity.

 

Light above,

and dark below.

Shades come and go

in that emerald darkness.

 

Shadows watch,

as the man on the stair

climbs.

 

 

 

HG – 2020

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