Colourful art lays on the roof on this building

Leaving questions to ask with no one fielding

Anonymous they lay, doused in rain

More vivid are they as the rain runs down the drain

 

"Who made these pieces?", nobody asks

Just waiting benign for thier next task

Given up and left to the elements

Like a memory lost to an Elephant

 

In the sun they run and rust

Soon becoming all but dust

"So sad" I think laying in their serenity

An open tomb desecrated by an enemy

 

I'll always think of them, ownerless and lost, discarded and tossed

Yet burning bright in the rain, vidi but maimed