Rum things, statues, unchanging as all about them changes, useful as landmarks in featureless urban areas, pigeon perches, targets for pranksters and vandals, woke protestors' powder or actual deplinthing as their subjects fall from fame to notoriety, or warm-hearted inscriptions about huddled masses yearning to breathe free contrast with current ICEy conditions.
You are asked, then, for your comments in verse in any shape or form on statues, public sculpture in stone or metal, funerary monuments and so on, in up to 16 lines by Sunday November 20th, identified please as for Competition 71.
No Lioness, in case you ask,
I have a rather different task.
A Tessier Gardens lion here
To say Dec Ist we’ll reappear
With verses metrical and free,
Even, perhaps, a certain tree.