Model 01164

Grey stone, I am, hunched always
in the rain – always out –
a grey stone basket on my back
from which bright flowers sprout.

Born a warrior in Sparta – sharpened
as a lance to march toward death;
sold into slavery in Athens
to a sculptor with bad breath.

My fate – it was to die
pierced by worthy enemy –
not be posed and chiseled –
burdened for eternity.

from a Spartan in the phalanx
where once I served the god of war
to “Granite Man from Antiquity
Bearing Flower Basket (Model 01164)”.

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