Roamed through the eyes of the statue, among the poor, ill-fed, illiterate. The stench was enough to bring a tear to a brass eye. It was London, 1839.
The statue bowed his head and said, “I have no claim here.” London 2021, he meant.
I travel through time with statues; please don’t tell anyone.
Statue tells me “Bronze was cheap in my day, and we needed emblems of Empire, Christian sacrifice, industrial prowess.” History isn’t written in bronze, the statue admits…
History moves through and with us.
And things change.