They toppled my statue

yesterday

it had stood for years

in my back yard

a monument to myself

so beautiful and stirring

me, upon my steed

with hat tipped jauntily to the side

It was home to pigeons and grackles

who roosted on my head

their white leavings

reminders of my vulnerability

what a marvel it was to see

this statue to myself everyday

the glorification of my birth

the exaltation of my being

a symbol of my strength and gallantry

but now

it lies fallen to the ground

vandalized and spray painted

huge chunks broken off

as if someone was angered and offended

to the extreme

so irate they could not stand

the sight of it

 

I wonder why

my wife would do such a thing?