In the shadow of the giants.
After A.R. Penck’s Standard–West KR4 and KR8.
No fallacy, all phallic and earthen, as old as pyramids or caves—
I’m bowing, and remembering and learning all at the same time;
Nostalgia through the epochs and ages,
Facing the giants, black as carbon, pained, painted scruffily.
Eternal symbols, kinfolk humble, universal, as aliens or new man—
Small as a bird in a hand; purity in clarity, and stories told so,
So massive, I’ll forget not, plucked strings, with the sad echo.