Colossus Found At Ilfracombe Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

she is the new Athena
that would be the people's

favourite, her on key rings
bought in gaudy gift shops
just like the Greeks did
they knew that size mattered

a sharp indrawn breath
that's a long sword she holds

aloft, with a grey wink as the
ships come in, grey with pain
she is, grey, flayed, defiant,
thinks' 'I'm worth it'

if one day they dare uproot
or some vanity crazed fool

comes to chainsaw my bronze
foot, the reverent might one day
tuck me into a loading bay
and send me tumbling through

interstellar space, show
apostates everywhere, woman

at the end of the day, is a
nice piece of work, rather than
a nice piece of ass, you know,
something that's got class

but for now I'm quite happy
to stand guard and tower

above these facebook men
minded I am, to set their
vanities on fire, you can bet
this goddess is here to stay

show you how to make war
and make babies well