Rust, turquoise and wire

Find the photo, it’s the one with all three, above the two wood person.

Nature’s sculpture curves, sways and strives
to sling un-human’s detritus from the margins
to protect the vast ocean from more of the rot

nothing on this planet that hasn’t always been
then what vile reversed alchemy allows iron,
converts copper, and bends bronze until
it becomes a web of death for seal, dolphin, albatross?
to disintegrate into toxic crumbs in the cold blooded
sea fish that fetch up formed into fingers
crumbed and plated with so much sea salt
disguising neutralizing the residue of iron
fingers of rust turn to dust in the gut

oil carbon chemical process turns into sacks
and plastic bags, bottles to contain oil
to massage into aging flesh
while hastening our planet’s death

Black and white Sunday

My first black and white Sunday for a while, and this week Paula’s chosen ‘after before’. She’d like to see the same photo, before and after it’s converted to monochrome. When flying out of Pisa last year, we made a brief stop at the Piazza dei Miracoli, to see the famous leaning tower.

I wasn’t expecting to see a fallen angel, but there on the grass broken  and forlorn, lay the Angelo Caduto by Polish sculptor Igor Mitoraj.

Does he look better in colour?

I don’t think so, the people ignoring him as they walk on by are distracting. Apparently Pisa is a temporary home, he may have flown on by now.