Fallen Idols Poem by Andy Brookes
Fallen Idols
Simultaneous sidelong serendipityfinding fleetingvox populi
Columnar they stand above clouds we the pilloried, envy green as jade.
So pelting pot shots, sharp shooting stones, we try to bring them down.
Slipping clay footed off their pedestals, heros fallen to animadvert opinions
Muddied reputations encompass our glee, after all their the same we think, as me.
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