The dusk crept over the ridge, unframed
The cheap canvas stretched
Between the dipoles of Men
Possessing the ridge depicted.
Oil smeared by childish hands, layered
A world so slowly built
To honour the fallen Men
Defending the ridge depicted.
The dusk crept over the ridge, framed
The completed canvas signed
Sealed
Stored — ignored.
The aging begetter contemplated
The unsettling dusk sinking
Deep into the artist’s soul —
The sun’s return and forgiveness.