Eraser

[Bunx]

Eraser 

Serene sculptures twisting reality
exist in the pages of few dated texts.
A master artist lost, forgotten within
the land of milk and honey.

Looking at his phone, rubble paints
the space underneath universal glass.
He's reminded much of Poland 
before the war, tears sore his eyes.

Dust in wounds, a picture of starvation,
children missing limbs, a country isolated.
What horrors are shown to him
every morning in his golden years.

Families being broken within ruined
cities, working parents being arrested
nextdoor. Real power being abused
for the benefit of the few.

He is reminded of his sculptures 
that do not exist anymore.
Wondering the art that is being claimed today
and sculptures that will never be made.