Symbolism In Union

People. All images Imagined and unseen. All minds, Ancient, rusting, rain filled jars of nails, Shimmering in an open meadow. Where a knight, in the dull grey armour of fear, Rides the golden horse; The stag of a monument, To Isis, Jesus, to man. He breaks the jars With jousts of laughter As sick as stagnant pond moss; Tadpoles in a cool tall glass, Of mothers milk. The nails fall Shinning brown and brittle In the harsh sun, Oxidizing Green In the form of a butterfly, Gliding among the towers; Among the unbroken, tilted Jars of hate, Where no awareness Seeps into the silt covered glass, Airtight and stale.