This Landscape Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

This landscape.
Picked up from pieces.
Then pasted together.
Irregular in shape.
Yet placed to represent,
A presentation and point of view.
Only permitted,
For a selected few...
To exhibit this landscape,
Only they would do.
In the midst of a crisis.

Depicting heroes.
And the beauty of victory.
As unknown faces smile,
From their graves waving.
As one who sits,
On a throne high.
Looking down adorning a crown.

Sits as if,
This landscape created...
From pieces pasted together.
No one would notice,
Something out of place.
And a face unfit,
Sitting high on a throne.
And the only one alone,
Demanding love shown...
From those known,
Buried in a cemetery.
It's either meant to be hilarious.
A historic montage,
Of past unrelated events.

"Whoa...
Take a look at this landscape.
Do you notice,
Anything unusual about it? "

-Hmmm...
Not really.
Why? -

"Does that guy,
Sitting on a throne.
High on a hill.
Wearing a crown.
Look familiar to you? "

-No.
Although...
Those smiling from their graves,
Seem thrilled their ordeal with him...
Has come to an end.
And for whatever the reason,
He ain't gettin' the message.-

"You know...
Look closer.
Doesn't that one piece,
Of him sitting on a throne...
Look as if,
It had been recently pasted there? "

-Who cares?
It's a cemetery! -