My words wax poetic.
It’s how I’ve been built.
Like you, I tower over
Things all around me.
I raise myself up
An effigy of progress.
Painted yellow in the pits.
Colored orange in the eyes.
Tragic, unloving and bold.
Before he burns me down
And everyone crowds around me,
And raises their arms to the sky.
They erase every mention of my name.
*sidenote: There is a question hidden in this work. A little code to get the gears of the mind grinding. If you find the question, answer it.
You are dead?
Close, but not quite
Am I though?
I give up. I can’t figure it out.
Awwe don’t give up. It’s actually a very simple crytogram. Look at the first letter of every second word of each line
No this is exciting. Will do now.
I’m here because something pulled me in. But mostly because you wanted me to play along. 😀
Yay! You did it! See? I knew you were brilliant!
Yay! Thank you.