City of Statues
Down below where the trees sway
A city of Statues rose from the fray.
They look around
not making any sound
and watch the city crumble around them.
The Fairgrounds watch in silent adoration
as the statues follow no ordinary routine
They just watch the scenery.
Dots among dots among dots among dots
Cover the valley like an edible smog.
The statues watch their city waste away
into the ground and watch it come back in May.
The statues crumble and break
into Hades' tumbril for no one's sake.
The only thing left of the statues and me
Is in the small but intricate Pico's creek.
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