For All That It Was

Collapsed, unconscious and calm.

Detached and alone in the perfect light.

Concealed from the tireless crowd.

. . . . .

The contemplative eyes, having studied it on bended knee, 

find an outlet in the tranquility of its stance, in its delicate lines.

Its tender colour – rich and alive and so ardently venerated.


. . . . .


Yet further on, details of its recovery cannot be envisioned.