If I am a monument;
I am out in all weathers.
They made me marble
                  So I would be cold in the sun,
                  Warm in the rain.
They made me on a pedestal
Because in their wisdom,
They knew it would be further to fall.
                  I am somewhere that no-one passes,
                  Because I am forgotten.
                  I am alone amongst pidgeons,
                  Washed by acid.

If I am a net, to catch with;
I am coarse fibre.
They made me ancient and bitten
                  So I catch leaves and mud,
                  Letting the best escape.
They made me knotted and twisted
Because in their kindness,
They couldn't let me unravel completely.
                  I am left in a cupboard
                  That no-one opens.
                  I am covered in dust,
                  Half-hidden in rags.