And by nice walks marble statues stand.
They stand quietly,
Not moving at all,
So perhaps like many people, they are afraid-
To fall?
But they also don’t talk.
Who knows why,
Perhaps they know something we don’t-
Do they wish to lord it over us by not speaking,
Making us guess?
They don’t listen,
So perhaps they don’t really care,
And know not who is there.
They do quite nothing but look noble all the while,
And I wonder if the grinning statues ever frown
and the frowning statues ever smile.
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